Twentysomething
So the National Geographic's episode on the Gospel of Judas was really interesting. It starts out as a predictable 'whodunit' detective series on how the codex was discovered, bought, stolen, bought, and analyzed, with predictable re-enactments.
Travels
One thing about traveling is that people open up on the road. More so, I think Eastern cultures besides the US/Europe are more opened spiritual discussions – spirituality is more ingrained in a person's daily life.
Travels
Old man, prostrate underneath bridge, why is your daughter leashed and forced to hold out your hat for money? What happened, what is your story? She can't be more than five and already, you have taught her how to stand on her head and do backflips. Will she
Spirituality
I'm glad, I'm thankful for New York sidewalks, my mom's cooking, my resume, sunsets over Capri & sunrises over Nelson Sound
Twentysomething
It's a brilliant model, the porn industry. Get your consumers addicted to the freebies like Pictures of the Day and 30 second clips and keep them coming back for more
Twentysomething
I walked out of work and am freed, unburdened by burdens that were not necessarily mine, but also freed to grab hold of my own burdens and have their conclusions weighed upon me, allowing my roots to spread and grow into the ground sprinkled with my choices...
Twentysomething
Sooner or later, I will become my parents' son. We are all products of our parents, and the lines on our faces converge along our parents' path.
Twentysomething
I am in awe of nature -- it is by far greater and more majestic than any man-made thing. Pictures were taken from ExtremeInstability showing impending storms and tornadoes.
Twentysomething
Somehow, I really like bus rides. I know some people who will never or has never set a foot on a bus but well, who cares about them, all I care is that I really like bus rides.
Spirituality
The pitiable kind of person laughs when he doesn’t understand the joke. The worse person will tell a joke that he doesn’t comprehend and laugh.
Twentysomething
Are we all screaming infidelities against the fairies of our youth? Our indiscretions laid bare to the unblinking darkness; silence crashing around our laughters. Words are rubbish. Only the things unspoken takes flight. Back from the Arizona deserts and the Quebec roads and I feel fine. Fine to shed off
New York
Spent the better part of Friday night at Pier 45, head rested on my helmet on the manicured lawn, staring at the dusk turned to night, as the moon punctured the sky