We are His portion and He is our prize.
if you believe that God is love how can you believe that God can hate a group of people. to the man standing on the street corner with the sign that says, ‘God hates faggots’, you have forgotten who God is and “your God’ has just become a reflection of who you are and what you believe. “your God” has stolen Gods identity. God is love.
"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined." - Henry David Thoreau (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
What do I do for a living?
I live for a living. When I moved out in the forest 35 years ago, people said “You can’t escape reality.” I went TO reality. You’re living in a virtual reality. You don’t even know where your stuff comes from, don’t even know where your poop goes. I live in nature where everything is connected, circular. The seasons are circular. The planet is circular…Do people live in circles today? No. They live in boxes.
They wake up every morning in a box of their bedrooms because a box next to them started making beeping noises to tell them it was time to get up. They eat their breakfast out of a box and then they throw that box away into another box.
Then they leave the box where they live and get into another box with wheels and drive to work, which is just another big box broken into little cubicle boxes where a bunch of people spend their days sitting and staring at the computer boxes in front of them.
When the day is over, everyone gets into the box with wheels again and goes home to the house boxes and spends the evening staring at the television boxes for entertainment.
They get their music from a box, they get their food from a box, they keep their clothing in a box, they live their lives in a box.” -Eustace Conway
"You are most defined by what you are when you are at your least." - Rakishi, “things my father wouldn’t say” cir. 1913. (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
What I’m really terrified of is leading an average, ordinary life with a regular job and an invariable routine, planned holidays, an average household, fixed responsibilities and not doing anything different to be remembered by.
Is it time for me to say “I need to go now” and for it to be true? Is it time to forget today, and yesterday, and maybe even tomorrow, and leave? Is it time to get in the car and drive far away, into the hills like I want to? Is it time to take only the bare necessities and hike into the wilderness where the trees, plants, animals, and waters are almost untouched? Is it time to feel peace? Is it time to feel free?