Resistance to the organized mass can be effected only by the man who is as well organized in his individuality as the mass itself.
—C.G. Jung//The Undiscovered Self
There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night.
A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that gave it wings. Alone must it seek the ether.
—Kahlil Gibran//The Prophet
It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look, which morally we can do. To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts. Every man is tasked to make his life, even in its details, worthy of the contemplation of his most elevated and critical hour.
—Henry David Thoreau
Honor thy Sky inside.
the void. the vastness.
the blank spaces to be painted.
ancient brush stroke philosophy.
silent guidance resurfaced.
swingin’ on Divinity’s hair,
splashing in star dust.
clouds of magic moving at Heart’s pace,
to no place in particular.
Love wanders yet seeks nothing.
Love wanders yet isn’t lost.
for One is never lost when smiling.
Never lose a holy curiosity.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
—Kahlil Gibran//The Prophet
a Beautiful energy behind synchronicities the magic is.
When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace.
Everyone should be respected as an individual, but no one idolized.
Sage Francis//Makeshift Patriot
headed home. San Francisco, Ca—->Vista,Ca
start time: 7:30 a.m.
we took Hwy 84 back to the coast. twisties through the trees. what a road!!
took a break at Alice’s Restaurant.
cool build. but lady owned and ridden, even cooler.
back on PCH.
lunch break in the forest. next to a river/stream. next to the ocean.
Big Sur, Ca..no stretches of sand around here.
it’s already dark. still about 80 miles north of Ventura and over 200 miles to home..getting a bit tired. a praying mantis decides to bless our final stretch.
the rest of the ride was extremely difficult. fighting fatigue on Los Angeles freeways was not cool/not safe. the monotonous sound of my engine revving at 4,500 rpm was putting me to sleep. We had to switch it up. We made it to Orange County to stop for fuel and decided to hit the coast.
nothing but fog. fuck!
so close yet so far. We had to keep going. We weren’t going to bitch out and try to find a hotel 50 miles from home. We’ve come this far, what’s a few more.
Onwards we went. got back to the 5 South and we were one last freeway ride away from home.
Done. Home. 4:30 a.m.
1,091 miles in 3 days.
the first of many to come.
What. A. Trip.