*image by Ben Harubin

 

 

To make The Journey, you must become a peculiar witness
to your own existence.

The Few see the necessary incompletion of everything:
it is always a matter of, "Yes, I couldn't agree with you more,
BUT, dot dot dot..."

The ordinary want dead heroes and inaccessible ideas,
not living dangers.

Man is not somehow at odds with Nature; he is but playing out
his native part with the Great Living Machine, even while tongues
swear they are in deadly conflict.

Two new questions for the F.F.F. (the Fearless, Foolish Few):
Is consciousness worth the bother?
and
Do dead people attract bullets?

The Land of the Hidden drowns in ideas of the obvious.
(Only the Few learn to inhale the waves.)