"You go back to love again. You understand when somebody has a problem with your trip, or whatever trip they’re having a problem with and you try to bring it together—you try not to cause division. You try to make it as the cosmos, it’s the cosmos, yet it unfolds like a flower—it just keeps unfolding, time keeps moving on. Instead of someone saying ‘no man, we’re gonna become fascists, we’re gonna do it this way’ you say ‘no we’re moving on and I hope to see you later where everybody’s okay.’ And that’s the human race. When there’s total enlightenment, there will be peace, the world will be in bliss when there is total enlightenment. So enlightenment is knowledge. As much knowledge as you can give people to seek and to understand, you know? And it’s mankind—it’s me, it’s you, it’s us—that do it. But we have to call it to align. We say ‘I’m not going to kick that guy’s ass, that happened ten years ago, I wish him all the luck in the world.’ That’s love, you know, and compassion, and, what do you call it? That’s—that’s mercy." -Randy Brewer
God’s creation says, “Keep makin’ shit, y’all!”
shout out to empty space
I dare you to let it snow. Happy sledding, y’all.
This is me. I am blogging. I exist. I need a hug.
If you want to write, if you want to create, you must be the most sublime fool that God ever turned out and sent rambling. You must write every single day of your life. You must read dreadful dumb books and glorious books, and let them wrestle in beautiful fights inside your head, vulgar one moment, brilliant the next. You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads. I wish you a wrestling match with your Creative Muse that will last a lifetime. I wish craziness and foolishness and madness upon you. May you live with hysteria, and out of it make fine stories. Which finally means, may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.
Yeezus season approaching.