"To listen, with eyes retrospective towards me."

Over the course of my twenty-some years, the world has painted me with the colors of the setting sun. I now embrace the silver lining of an infinite horizon.

everything seems to relate these days, except for the experience that no one can relate to

"are we human or are we dancers?"

“Don’t worry sweet baby!
Don’t you ever worry ‘bout a thing.
Put them worries on the shelf ‘n’ learn to love yourself
Don’t be your own worst enemy.”

Is there a thing wrong

with a mild case of pyromania, 

or other manias

of matter

which speak perhaps

in whispers

a thing or more

about an innate driving desire

-a nature to nurture

inward forces

which outward, fascinate ?

Its all simply quite intricate; Its all intricately quite simple.

Listen! I will be honest with you; I do not offer the old smooth prizes, but offer rough new prize

All seems beautiful to me;

I can repeat over to men and women, You have done such good to me, I 

would do the same to you.

I will recruit for myself and you as I go;

I will scatter myself among men and women as I go;

I will toss the new gladness and roughness among them;

Whoever denies me, it shall not trouble me;

Whoever accepts me, he or she shall be blessed, and shall bless me.

Now if a thousand perfect men were to appear, it would not amaze 


Now if a thousand beautiful forms of women appear’d, it would not 

astonish me.

Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons,

It is to grow in the open air, and to eat and sleep with the earth.

-Walt Whitman

past tense: conceded; past participle: conceded
  1. 1.
    admit that something is true or valid after first denying or resisting it.

““Spirit comes from the Latin word, to breathe. What we breathe is air, which is certainly matter, however thin. Despite usage to the contrary, there is no necessary implication in the word spiritual that we are talking of anything other than matter, including the matter of which the brain is made, or anything outside the realm of science. Science is not only compatible with spirituality, it is a profound source of spirituality. When we recognize our place in an immensity of light years, and in the passage of ages, when we grasp the intricacy, beauty, and subtlety of life, then that soaring feeling, that sense of elation and humility combined, is certainly spiritual. So are our emotions in the presence of great art, or music or literature. Or of acts of exemplary acts of selfless courage… The notion that science and spirituality are somehow mutually exclusive, does a disservice to both.”
— Carl Sagan (via peacetranquility)”

—   I’m reposting this a second time, as it compliments the notions I have been attempting to portray though my writing, and infact every act of my waking life
atop adversity

atop adversity

“You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”

—   Virginia Woolf  (via tellmefive)

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