i enjoy getting dirt under my compulsively short fingernails. i love dogs, but i wish they could be free. i hit the road when i can. music is my life's narrative: it tells a story, elicits an emotion, helps heal/mourn, makes me whole. friends keep me going.
i know what i like, but i'm not sure what i'm about, really. as soon as i begin to think i have a modest idea, i breathe, talk, ride, meet, see, think, go, and my glasses tilt to a new shiny thing.
brrrr. it's cold out there.
"at night i went out into the dark; saw a glimmering star; heard a frog; nature seemed to say, well do these not suffice?"
--ralph waldo emerson
unless someone like you cares a whole lot, nothing is going to get better. it's not.
if we are trespassing, so were the soldiers who broke down the gates of hitler's death camps; if we are thieves, so were the members of the underground railroad who freed the slaves of the south; and if we are vandals, so were those who destroyed forever the gas chambers of buchenwald and auschwitz.
i'm up for meeting the thinking, breathing, good-humored, skeptical, loving, creative, garrulous, empathic, engaged, dynamic, warm, curous, authentic types, i suppose.
"unless someone like you cares a whole lot, nothing is going to get better. it's not."
i promise to myself and all others
...to be a good person.
...to help other people.
...to make the world a better place.
...to care for my mind and body.
...to be true to my ideas and friends.
abstinence from animal products
harmlessness with reverence for life
integrity in thought, word, and deed
mastery over oneself
service to humanity and nature
advancement of understanding
these ideas, codified by other people, i've changed and neglected to cite--sorry. of the few things i've learned, these stand out. an other thing i'm slowly realizing is that life is too damn short for fear.
What Gives Me Hope
"all, everything that i understand, iunderstand only because i love."
If I were Mayor, I'd make the world a better place by
abolish the state and let people free themselves through learning.
What/who changed my life and why
edward abbey (down the river, monkey wrench gang), isaak asimov, alexander berkmann, (the abc's of anarchism), ray bradbury (fahrenheit 451, martian chronicles), noam chomsky, samuel clemens (adventures of huckleberry finn), robert frost, emma goldman (anarchism and other essays), edward gorey, jack kerouak (on the road), aldo leopold (sand county almanac), gabriel garcía márquez (cien años de soledad), ralph nader, daniel quinn (ishmael, story of b), bertrand russell (autobiography, why i am not a christian, history of western philosophy), carl sagan (contact, pale blue dot, billions and billions, demon haunted world), peter singer (animal liberation), john steinbeck (cannery row, grapes of wrath), john updike (toward the end of time), kurt vonnegut (galapagos, player piano, sirens of titan, slaughterhouse five), howard zinn (people's history of the us) . . .
three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. these passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.
i have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy--ecstasy so great that i would often have sacrificed all the rest of life for a few hours of this joy. i have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness--that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. i have sought it, finally, because in the union of love i have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of heaven that saints and poets have imagined. this is what i sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what--at last--i have found.
with equal passion i have sought knowledge. i have wished to understand the hearts of men. i have wished to know why the stars shine. and I have tries to apprehend the pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. a little of this, but not much, i have achieved.
love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. but always pity brought me back to earth. echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a hated burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. i long to alleviate the evil, but i cannot, and i too suffer.
this has been my life. i have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.