Mark has been writing on a subject that's been occupying my mind for some time.
I'm not sure this bit of sermonzing will make much sense. It's written from that place where the thoughts are clear in the heart... felt clear and true, yet language lacks the ability to express them.
Mark spoke of escape, and I'm certain sure that Escape is how many of my words have been perceived these many years.
Yet, escape is NOT what I'm about. Escape is not what I've ever sought, unless it be escape from pointless monotony. Life without risk, is to me, life without purpose. For, purpose is like life. It requires death to give it a space to be.
Value is a curious thing. Safety holds none of it. To love something... you must set it free... you must Risk it.
If you keep it locked up it sits unused... unrisked... worthless.
... and here... I may offend, that is NOT my purpose, intention or thought... it is just... where my own mind and heart is walking.
Many step off on the "Road" be it RV, Motorcycle or any other... and feel this rigid requirement that on that road they must remain. That if something else has caught their imagination or circumstance leads them to turn a different way, they have failed.
That's a wrong thought. It is much a continuation of the "Treadmill" mindset that held them for all their lives... and holds them yet.
I cannot criticize... I feel the same pressure of the conditioning that soh-sigh-uh-tee inculcates from birth in the interest of controlling its "Assets"... The difference maybe is, what some will call an arrogance... that though I feel the pressure... I Believe ~I ~ See Clearly... from where that pressure comes.
Do today what your heart says Do.
Go tomorrow where your spirit Leads.
The only purpose of life... is to LIVE IT.
Of what value is courage if its use is prohibited?
Of what use is life ordered to wait?
What purpose has intellect... which does not inquire?
The finest is the breath breathed deep and full...
The Shake in your legs when you challenged and won...
The life lived in pursuit... not pushed into line.
A feeble attempt to speak that for which I have no words.