Jul 29, 2015
Iron & Wine and Ben Bridwell: Sing into My Mouth
We are bound, as a people, to worry. In a world where identity needs an explanation, where belief needs an excuse, and where peace needs a way out, forgotten are the ways of abiding. When money fuels our needs, and words fuel our money, the incessant barrage of useless information strips all glory from meaning, and the saltiness from the salt. Would that we halt periodically, and perhaps for good, to allow more than a just an individual journey: the understanding of the self, unfolding, yet still; amongst nothing, for it is everything.