on the road or in a place we feel home, there are so many ways to live. sometimes it is when we stray the path, lose our way, trust a stranger, ride the breeze... that we find how beautiful it all really is.
just as the seedling grows towards the sun, and the moth is drawn to the flower, as humans we innately follow those of our species that have come before us. in this process we learn and build upon a culture. what do we do when it appears the world needs saving from this culture? we change. we share ideas and spread the good. we nurture our ties with the earth, control our numbers, use only what we need... we live by the ways of a culture with roots in the wisdom of old and new. we start here towards a future as of yet unknown but surely divine.
live the strange life.
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