All the latchkey children cursed and smashed bottles, teased about underwear, and puffed on those unfiltered cigarettes that only the cowboys could roll.

I ravedwe will find soulin 5g of dry mushrooms,humbled by the worldnot put into wordssit in nature,just listentears after lengthy laughter

hands fullof wrinkledsunlight andshadow

blueredyellowflowers,flies picking through adeer's furuntil bone

Is this neuro-bot really supposed to be her, this creature, this thing, compiled of the ghosts of human data, the replicas of their past?

light stills dustinto the steelguitar strings

black cloudsdrifting through starlight

Progress daily in your own uncertainty. Live in awareness of the questions.

When you pursue wisdom, you will soon realize how much you don’t know. Your knowledge will be incomplete, but continually developing through your curiosity. Arrogance blocks new information from coming in. When you’re conceited, you’ll resist change, and struggle to preserve your fixed image. Don’t fall into smug idleness, used to comfort. Challenge what you think you know, not caring if other people see you as a fool. Progress daily in your own uncertainty.

When you give your items away, don’t keep the excess of your pride.