Dear Earth, We Tried

Keeping in mind the scale from the emergence of life up to now, roughly 3.8 billion years ago, in less than one million years we have created complex societies which became the fodder for discovery that allowed technology to flourish heralding our presence to the outer limits of the atmosphere.  I looked at the stars through the silhouette of my fingers and saw that it might not be important how I arrived here, right now, but perhaps to ensure that the world before I leave it would continue in its existence as a home for countless beings who have nowhere to go.

Unfortunately, I travel within social circles that include folks who believe that their own self-interests have greater importance before the rest of society.  Climate change to them is something which is fashioned by hype and held afloat by fear mongers and ill-informed experts motivated by greed.  Because of this, they are not receptive to conservation, or reduction in oil dependency, or preservation of resources by following sustainable practices.  Tragedy of the commons is so literally within reach. Within reach by the same hands I peered through into the night sky, and it is desperately sad.

It's Hard

Staying alive is a lot of hard work. But like every difficult task, it's bound to get easy. Right? I hope so. 

I hiked Mailbox Peak this past Sunday.

Trails

We set out into the trails containing fear, and we leave the trails without them.

Art Problem

Tried to fix what I hate about this painting but my hatred isn't gone. It is simply lessened. 

Tallest Man On Earth

I have lived for ages I'm a thousand turns of tides / I'm a thousand wakes of springtime and a thousand infant cries / I got sixteen hundred tigers now tied to silver strings / When they plowed in the pastures, oh their mighty hearts will sing / I bend my arrows now in circles and I shoot around the hill / If I don't get you in the morning by the evening I sure will / Because I'm the fire on the mountain you have lit up in your dream / But also water on the fountain you could send myself on me / And no I never meant to say these words but yes you ought to know / That the dark in what I've always been it will not ever go / And for so I lived a thousand years a thousand turns of tides / Just a thousand leaves in autumn and a thousand ways to try / Oh, a thousand ways to try.