Saturday, April 28, 2012

Into the Wild

It’s one of the most beautiful days in SoCal that I have seen in a long time. I have done grocery shopping, three weeks worth of dishes and now cooking and doing laundry, giddy with spring fever and the freedom of wide open spaces of the greening mountains on the horizons that I’ll be hiking up and bounding down tomorrow. Getting psyched by listening to Eddy.

Life’s good.

Some great lines:

Oh, it's a mystery to me
We have a greed with which we have agreed
And you think you have to want more than you need
Until you have it all you won't be free

There's those thinking, more-or-less, less is more
But if less is more, how you keeping score?

Society, you're a crazy breed.
I hope you're not lonely, without me.

There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods by Lord Byron

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

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