To take in so much information. To research. To explore to gain knowledge. Where is the weight of knowing going? To our brains to sit and sift through the files and piles of thoughts and enlightening theories that we choose to use whenever we want.
Imply the drive that compels your actions to live and learn, to read to write and rock and roll. Roll to the next person, next initiative to enhance and improve the world around you.
Take your passion. Take that light. That wakes you up and makes you smile. Bring it up and Bring it on to be something great. Big or small? Whose grid, what scale do you measure, calculate you worth?
Every step. Every crack. All the specs in the concrete.
You are just a one.
You are one.
Not none, nothing, or some.
But one.
Go jump off a roof, off a mountain, out of a car, into a river.
Shake, move, and break the little carved box that contains your normal,
A slender pocketful of change
A heap of mauve green slips
Are not your name tags.
You are you. You can be. Or not be. You can change or be changed. According to what, do you count your cost.
Decree your life to an undefined Degree.
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