creatures of the deep, birds of the air

creatures of the land cry; we cry. but in doing so, we deny the potential of our existence. we are blessed with understanding. therefore we must embody the whole. we shall embrace the silence of the creatures of the deep and we shall sing like the birds of the air.


this was an accident. so is love:

i call it "apple of my eye, shape of my heart."


art is my friend.


secularity and it's correlation to peaceful nations is interesting.


i'll post more later. i had to get these notes on because i can barely read them on my arm any more.