if at first you don't succeed, put it down and get out of my way

But to every mind there openeth,
A way, and way, and away,
A high soul climbs the highway,
And the low soul gropes the low,
And in between on the misty flats,
The rest drift to and fro.

But to every man there openeth,
A high way and a low,
And every mind decideth,
The way his soul shall go.

One ship sails East,
And another West,
By the self-same winds that blow,
'Tis the set of the sails
And not the gales,
That tells the way we go.

Like the winds of the sea
Are the waves of time,
As we journe… Continue

awareness is the abscence of ignorance

imagine walking through a flat serene desert on a clear night with 1 inch of standing water and a new moon at 4am

nothing makes me laugh

nothing makes me cry

nothing looks at me

nothing more to see

nothing is like no thing i have ever seen

i have absolutely nothing to say about my spleen