A lie which causes faulty views and an aimless pursuit: That that which is unattainable, is the highest desire of man.

Refocus, soul. The greatest has been freely given. Would you steward in the treasure you have, rather than fight for what is vanity’s grasp.

An infant can’t teach himself to walk,
even if stuck inside
a man that’s fully grown;
Time won’t suffice to heal the blind,
Who bears vision on their own?

Small attempts, weak intents,
shame that sweat breaks on his brow,
He slips, and falls,
Looked down upon,
the place he’s trying to crawl out

There is so much more weight, and more risk, in seeking face. To “seek face” is to search for acknowledgment,and to expect a deepening engagement, of the eyes one sets his sight upon. It’s the difference between trying to figure out about someone detached,  and learning in relationship, wanting to be intimately known.

I love grey. How comfortable it is. How uncommitted it is. How it lacks real risk, but exists on such a wide spectrum, that allows for the illusion of it.

Hmm. On second thought, love isn’t quite the word. The more appropriate describing-sentiment would be something like.. drawn dissatisfaction.

I ate a lot of apples slices and brussel sprouts (not together, but in succession of each other) a couple hours ago, and can’t sleep. Re-listening to BFL and honestly think that if Yosemite had a voice, that it would sound something like him. …with a buildup to a sense of epic-ness.