IMHO, the crazy press of life is a tool not meant to torture us, but to drive us to stretch our spiritual limits and become infinitely sane, and ultimately, to see something massive and good underneath all of it.

At the core of our exchanges of sound and light is the clash/intertwining of philosophies, so it behooves the creative individual to sharpen their grasp of the central drives of humanity, and in so doing create a psychic imaginarium replete with marvels, tools, and yes, even weapons.

In the grand scope of time, we have come so far in such a short while, but we have so much farther to go.

Press on, with delirious abandon.

The wounds that life gives you are meant to be transmuted into glorious actions and transcendent works of art.  Don’t let the roughness of that ore fool you; there are gems inside.

Balance isn’t some solid path that we walk, but a tightrope we run across.  As long as we are humble enough to be sensitive to its sways and pitches, it will keep us from falling.

In a world where we’re confronted by dizzying arrays of choices, it is imperative that we know ourselves to the point where we can choose quickly and cleanly.

The art of choice allows you to avoid being trapped by the tyranny of options, and instead allows you to be freed by their abundance.

Our limited lives prevent us from learning every fascinating skill the world has to offer.  That being the case, I take our predicament as a clue—not to mindlessly grind away in the search for proficiency, but to focus on the very core that underlies all skills; to digest information free of ego, process it faster than last time, and iterate it more wondrously than before.  

I seek to do this over and over and over again, and in this manner follow Musashi in his exhortation to know the way broadly, and to see it in all things.

I think of life’s edge as some fantastic cliff surrounded by vibrant green, and while we live, we inch closer to that edge, desperately constructing philosophies/ideals/rules to try to account for what’s beyond it.  Here’s mine:  We should fully enjoy the greenery while we inch closer, and not worry about going over.  

Because I believe at the bottom, there’s waves that are the warmest blue, and they’re just as breathtaking as the stuff up top.  

At the deepest, most powerful levels of ourselves, I believe we have entered this prison of solid flesh for a reason.  And perhaps when enough time passes in our imprisonment, we may realize the ineffable rush of true freedom.  In that circumstance, I believe that our purpose for originally imprisoning ourselves will be uncovered.  

That defies logic and it’s paradoxical, but isn’t that the Way of things?