Happiness Real Only When Shared.

I Read Somewhere, How Important It Is In Life, To Not Necessarily Be Strong. But To Feel Strong.

Happiness Isn't Real Unless It Is Shared.

Surely All Americans Have The Right To Give Their Money Only To Those Causes Which They Support. But What Kind Of Society Has This Created? A Society Where The Ignorant Reign. A Society Where Enlightened Must Hold Their Tongues. A Nation Whose Politicians Must Profess Half-hearted Devotion To An Ancient Fable Or Face The Disastrous Consequences Of Speaking Their True Mind.

Ultimate Freedom. An Extremist. An Aesthetic Voyager Whose Home Is The Road. Escaped From Atlanta. Thou Shalt Not Return, 'cause “the West Is The Best.” And Now After Two Rambling Years Comes The Final And Greatest Adventure, The Climactic Battle To Kill The False Being Within And Victoriously Conclude The Spiritual Revolution. Ten Days And Nights Of Freight Trains And Hitchhiking Bring Him To The Great White North. No Longer To Be Poisoned By Civilization He Flees, And Walks Alone Upon The Land To Become Lost In The Wild.

The Very Basic Core Of A Man's Living Spirit Is His Passion For Adventure. The Joy Of Life Comes From Our Encounters With New Experiences, And Hence There Is No Greater Joy Than To Have An Endlessly Changing Horizon, For Each Day To Have A New And Different Sun.