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At the foundation of every religion is a bad idea.  But the foundation of life is love.

Love is patient, love is kind.  It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.  It always protects, always trust, always hopes, always perseveres.  

And of what remains the greatest is love.  

Do people have the capacity to love?  If they so choose.

Come down from that place and know. 

To the ends of the earth...

Not too long ago science swore the earth was flat.  I can't imagine what terrible mistake we're making today that the future will laugh at.  To think humanity has arrived is terribly ignorant.  Do not accept things just because that's the way they are.  To challenge the very laws of existence is a great adventure.  The world changes.  

rain rain

"it's raining, i'm not leaving this bed."

the middle of the day...

A thought comes and goes, an idea is lost in translation.  Could it be that whatever He passes on to me immediately becomes tainted by the evil in me?  Maybe the miracle is not the healing itself but instead His way of healing.  Raise me up or set me down but as long as you're looking at me you can't see Him.  Take comfort though, the difference between what you see with your eyes and what's true is like night and day.  

In this world there is good and evil, if a man desires both he is wretched.  You're less likely to fall from your knees than standing up.  So get over yourself.   

a new character...

I'd like to think that each and every trivial detail of this life has significance.  That each moment is like the flipping of a page in the greatest story of all.  As the omni-author introduces new characters and plot twists I play my role as the protagonist of my part of the story.  Though the end of me has already been written it has yet to be discovered.  Perhaps that is the great journey. Not blazing a trail and creating a destiny but instead discovering along the way what it is we were created for.   

The tolerance of evil is the beginning of self mutilation, the intolerance of people is the beginning of death.  

No way...

I'll bet you if I got a running start I could jump clear to the bottom of this mountain...

The brain, if you don't use it, you... ... ... uh i forget what happens... 

The more you take the more you want, the more you give the less you have.

I was bitten by a snake today and never got an apology.  

Mangroves

The sounds of the bay had all but vanished by the time I realized I had found myself lost in a forest of mangroves.  Well..Perhaps "slightly lost" is a better way of putting it.  After all, I knew the island was no more than a mile or two deep both ways.  But the web of trails I had been following for well over an hour couldn't have been any wider than paddle's length at it's broadest point.  It would have been difficult to turn an inflatable raft around let alone a 16 ft kayak.  Moving forward at a drifters pace any precautions I felt were immediately consumed by the excitement of not knowing whether to go left or right at the fork.  There was no notion as to what was around the corner.  Taking a break, I climbed up the mangrove bank to a natural trail that prompted a hike.    Finding the crumbling foundation of an old homestead made me think of the lost sailors that took refuge here from the sea.  As I rested with my back against what was left of an old brick fireplace I imagined the home in it's former glory.  He had built it with his own two hands.  I'm sure it took years.  He and his wife and daughter lived on the island for decades in the 1800s.  He was a merchant and had made a name for himself and his island as a place of refuge for those weary of the sea.  I could imagine a roaring fire and a home full of  traders and merchants enjoying the famous home cooked meals his wife was known for.  The stories that must have been told in the living room.  The characters that must have passed through.  All part of this pile of rubble I was taking a break on.  All that is left of his life serves as a rest stop for hikers.  A broken slab of concrete cluttered with rusted tools used in trades of the past was all that remained of his life's work.  I wondered that if he knew what would become of his legacy all those years ago if he would have done it all differently... But then again, even Solomon has nothing left to show of his great temple.  Perhaps our legacy is not what we leave on this earth, but instead how we change the lives of those beside us while we're here.

Dream Machine

I hope to persuade the giver of dreams to be extra nice to me.  

Maybe I could fly above to make sure that alls alright

In the clouds I'd make new friends each time that I took flight

Breathing underwater I'd walk the ocean floor

Next to me a friendly creature no one else had seen before

Or I'll pass through fire, with a walking stick in my hand

In no rush to flee, I'll enjoy it while I can

I'd think it'd be cool to see the moments of the past

Pirates, cowboys and indians, old times that couldn't last

Ah! Take me to the future and show me what's in store

Vacation to the moon and camp the lunar shore

No matter where you bring me, or what I get to see

I only hope to persuade you to be extra nice to me

Extravagance

Somewhere deep within the rain forest where no man has tread there grows the most beautiful flower.  And in it's life none shall ever lay eyes on it.  It's beauty will never be shared with any.  But it grows anyways.  

The extravagance of the creator exceeds all knowledge.    

Free Bird?

You call me a free bird.  Say that nothing holds me down.  That I will come and go with the winds on a whim.  Flying high over boundaries.  Set out to see the world and no one holds me back.  On a perpetual adventure with my wings spread wide. 

Take a closer look.  I am a rogue elephant.  Bent on rampage.  Behind me is a trail of destruction.  Violently I devastate the land.  If a man should stand before me I pay him no heed.  Even with my ears I do not hear.  I cannot forget.  My eyes are fixed.  None can bring me down.  With my passion and crushing weight I oppose all.  Rogue. 

God, become my captor.  Where all others have failed be the victor.  That you would consider me worthy of the hunt.  That I might be a prize in your eyes.  That I would surpass your greatest treasures.  May your desire not be  satisfied until I am your captive.