tell the best stories.
love stories are best told in retrospect.
retrospecting the future is called a projection, and for that you need light.
and i have learned, sometimes its not good to let your light shine all in one place at one time.
i don’t quite understand that reality, i mean, i do understand what i just wrote and what that means, yet i do not understand why that is our reality because it shouldn’t have to be. imagine, what if we all did shine as brightly as possible all the time, whenever we wanted? i bet we wouldn’t have congress debating internet stuff again or #fuqafukushima would never have been thought of except as the bar of a first date in a really really really great syfy movie where in the midst of all this zombie apocalyptic shit going on, jesus came again — seriously, he was right there the whole time, right in YOUR own heart because that’s where he lives, right? you just haven’t let him shine out in the love, tolerance and compassion you KNOW he has for you.
oh, my. #BlackLivesReallyMatter or they do not. do something different this summer, why don’t you take a road trip to the “Show Me” state, Missouri, USA. And #ShowMeWhatDemocracyLooksLike as we invade every city hall all summer long.