We're all little products of evolution and mystery. The future is unknown. We worry, we fight, we love, we feel. The stars reside in our bodies. Our bodies reside in a stream of dust. We're all bits and pieces of each other. Our thoughts bind us together or tug us away. We're still bound together. We're all living the unknown. Preaching to choirs we've never met and worshiping gods we can't trust. We demand unity but tear them down when they disagree. Our minds get lost, get back ...
Whenever I see an old friend and ask what's new in their life, I secretly hope I'll hear the word travel. Not "oh you know, school and work.." or the same old general routine. It seems like that's all I ever hear around this neck of the woods. But, as rare as it is, I love hearing stories about peoples' minds being opened by leaving their hometown. If there's anything that I could wish ...
