Randomly David...

There is no substitute for hard work. ~ Thomas A. Edison Vintage goods, coffee, craft beer, farmhouses, muscle cars, motorcycles, food. Vermont.

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Georgia Forever

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Desert watcher.

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Caitlin Oponski

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Flaming orange sunset with saguaro cactus Desert.

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[yallmeansall]

“Pecos Vaquero” by S.M. Chavez | oil on canvas

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[fuckyeahreligionpigeon]

“When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me-it still sometimes happens-and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous-not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… . That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… . That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… . That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful… . The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.”― Ann Druyan

[thecountryfucker-deactivated202]

What do you desire most at this moment?

This question struck me as needing a very deep and revealing answer. Then I recalled a conversation I had with my friend Rachel:

me: i want to go camping

instead of working  

Rachel: that’s a shocker   

why do you like camping so much?

me: i like the woods   

and being outside   

and the quiet   

and the views

and what girls look like bundled up   

and sex in tents   

and fires   

and drinking whiskey from tin cups   

and no cell phones   

and no internet access

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