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  • I ache for union with the world and with hungry souls, and so I read. Toward the end of college something in me woke, and it was the color of joy, but it also left me with a deep pang for more, and the hunger is satiated temporarily with metaphors and beauty and wonder, but the distant murmur persists through the years, through the girls, through the states, through the laugh lines in my eyes. My insides feel like an incomplete puzzle and I want more than anything for the puzzle to be complete, to look like the picture on the box, to be whole and to contribute to the world in a meaningful way.

    I want to lay my head down at night and know that I did everything in my strength to move humanity a centimeter closer to the ground of being. I want to know for certain that during my time here I didn't just strip resources from the earth but I gobbled them up, gained energy, and then arched toward God and my neighbor with all the passion of a thunderstorm, lightning slicing through a sleepy world, and I showered down on the neighborhood whatever small thing I've been shown, a gift from a gift to a gift. I'm only here for a minute or two so why not drink deeply from the well of the world, then tell a few stories and be on my way?

    I'm terribly forgetful so I need to surround myself with people who remind me, sometimes in words, that the whole thing is one big adventure, that the entire show has been on fire from the word Go.

    What are you waiting for? You have everything you need.
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