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| if you hurry, you might still have time. time to fly a kite. time to make a fresh strawberry pie. time to marvel at fire, and the the unfathomably deep goodness of the people you love. this summer is over. i've got my love to keep me warm. | | |
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war is raging overhead.
i am overwhelmed by mind and heart's concerted refusal to understand life for what it is - the gradual process of getting there. if you're the type who buys into this whole idea of a sense of purpose, then you know that life is living out A -> B without any sort of map. so do i get it? do i pine for final destinations? no no no. life now wins this fight everytime. i am the quintessential traveler. the observer of scenery. the reluctant vagrant itching to sit down and stay a while. am i being like jonah? it certainly isn't for a lack of trying. the reprieves, however, in between life's many artillery shellings and bombardments, have been nothing short of breathtaking. i, andrew timothy clark, am in love. and i mean it. and i continue to understand it. and there are no underlying doubts like there have been in the past. i look into her eyes and i tell her we'll be married some day, and she knows i'm telling the truth. she sees it too. | | |
| dear lord. i forgot what it was like to breathe the fresh air. today i did so many things that made me feel a bit more alive. my room is clean. my bike is in working order. my girlfriend sits with me in my room and we make art together. (i am actually starting to make things that look good to me.) this is my best piece yet. well, if you're getting this weather, i sure hope you're enjoying it. wear shorts. take walks. ride bikes. and when you're done, sit next to an open window. | | |
| i lost my path, so i started looking for a destination instead. my path, my path, my confused wanderings. forty years in the wilderness. my fear. my anxiety. my unfaithfulness. my mistrust.
in retrospect, the latter action would have made more sense in the first place. it's nice to finally know where i'm going. we have no power to reconcile heaven and earth. for our toils, we will only be rewarded confusion. a diaspora. the development of onethousand languages. give up, andy. give up. give it up. you're not god. god is not a god of intellect. god is a god of clarity. he does not pontificate. he knows. we pontificate. we do not know. we are creatues of intellect. we approach clarity by applying complexity. our equations. our theories. our postulates. demonstrations of our inability to simply know.
be still, and know.
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