better than wireless...

Thanks for an amazing weekend... As it’d take me forever to recount all our conversations and escapades, I’m gonna supplement with a few profound questions and sweet photos. Cheers to you!

"do you dream in color?"

"do you pray with your eyes open?"


"would you eat a deep-fried candy bar?"


enjoy your "holiday in Spain"

return to the academy

Good bye to the ocean
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Good bye to the sea
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Good bye to everything effervescent in me.

the other day

"Let's build something good that we can't see with our eyes, and be surprised when it's our turn to die, realizing that we actually did most of the stuff we truly care about. Gave ourselves permission to be curious. Actually became the people we were born to be. That we discovered our true place of birth and leaned into the harness of the dark and helped the sun come up a few times without having fallen asleep. Gave the sun no choice but to rise: even it had to find out what would happen next." - Linford

we wanted to fly

footprints

“I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord”

I am an idealist. Originally, this attitude evolved from a young and sincere faith. Drawn by reason and impassioned by beauty, my faith became increasingly active through conversations, sermons, and books. Excellence is synonymous with holiness. Jealous of Solomon, I prayed for wisdom; inspired by Abraham, I wished for faith ("that of the absurd"); and awed by Enoch, I dreamed of walking with God. I had thousands of questions. I read hundreds of books. I became increasingly aware of ignorance and passivity—to the point of contempt. Increasingly dissatisfied with the world around me, I began to build my own. Now looking back, it seems that my pursuit of truth became that of excellence and my pursuit of excellence became that of beauty. Beauty became a lifestyle and a doctrine for me…another feverish attempt at excellence...it became the excellence. What once drew me closer to God became a deviation; rather than a constructive tool, it became an idol. Where beauty once pointed me to God, my pursuit of God began pointing to beauty. A poet once said of beauty, that it is "eternity gazing at itself in a mirror." What can I say? The reflection is very beautiful...I loved the reflection. It seems I have always loved something...

“Maybe I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor”

I am still an idealist. I still want perfection and am still attracted to excellence. While my perceptions change, the truth and character behind these ideals does not. I am learning to pursue God...I want to love God. Truth, faith, and wisdom will all follow suit, if I can first learn to love. It seems that everything good flows from love...including aesthetics. Thus I will learn...with abandon...I will learn.

“I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah”