Murderers! Stop Murdering. Everyone Will Die Eventually.

The One Measure Of True Love Is: You Can Insult The Other. --slavoj Zizek

Right, We've Got These Institutions Of Media, These Financial Institutions, We Have The Means Of Distribution, We Have The Means Of Production, We Have All These Markets And Maxims In Place. How Do We Alter The Consciousness, The Fundamental Unifying Field? How Do We Influence Change On That Level To All Of The World?

All We Can Do Is Adapt The Way We View This Condition, Not As A Crime Or A Romantic Affectation But As A Disease That Will Kill. We Need To Review The Way Society Treats Addicts, Not As Criminals But As Sick People In Need Of Care.

I Missed Him, Of Course, But Sometimes Close Friendships Have A Tidal Beat That Pulls You Towards Different Shores Though The Ocean That Connects You Remains.

God Is In The Mountains. Impassive, Immovable, Jagged Giants, Separating The Celestial From The Terrestrial With Eternal Diagonal Certainty. As If Silently Monitoring The Beating Heart Of The Creator From The Universe's Perfect Birth. Stood In The Thin Air And The Awe, One Inhales God, Involuntarily Acknowledging That We Are But Fragments Of A Whole, A Higher Thing. The Mountains Remind Me Of My Place, As A Servant To Truth And Wonder. Yes, God Is In The Mountains. Perhaps The Pulpit Too And Even In The Piety Of An Atheist's Sigh. I Don't Know; But I Feel Him In The Mountains.