go further day by day. farther and wider and rest thee by many brooks and hearth sides.......without misgiving.............remember death in the days of your youth and take life not for granted.............rise free from burden and care before the dawning of new day and seek adventures wholly and full heartedly.......

let the noon find thee by other lakes........ and the night overtake thee everywhere at home.............there are no larger fields than these, no worthier games that may be played.........grow wild according to thy nature, like these sedges and brakes which will never become English hay.......let the thunder rumble and take shelter under the cloud while they flee to carts and sheds .........let not to get a living by they trade but thy sport................enjoy the land but own it not ............through want of enterprise and faith men are where they are.......buying and selling and spending their lives like pitiful serfs!


-Thoreau

so i have been tagged by several people and never participated because i have been away. so now you guys get to hear some things about Will.

- i am not in college right now, although i am a sophomore who is a poet and lover of life.

- i hate what America has become, not just in recent years but over the course of history.

- i am going to obtain several doctorate degree's in history, literature, art, and then move to Iceland where i will disappear from my debts for my education. i will construct a tiny hut on a glacier by a lake where i will do my fishing for survival. i will die with stacks upon stacks of literature and poetry all around my desk, and with my pipe in my mouth. maybe i will be discovered and possibly posthumously a poet.

- the alternative to the above would be to just move to Iceland after i saved up some money by doing a some years as a firefighter. there i would obtain a coffee shop/tobacco shop where in the back i would have a huge greenhouse where i would grow my own coffee and pipe tobacco.

- i refuse to be caught up in the society in which money is the goal of a college education and career. where your life is dominated by an idea of success by exploiting other human beings. i will not conform to societies standards of "rich" and materialistic. i will die in the untamed wilderness of nature with friends and community if that is what it requires.

-i am a citizen of the kingdom that brings all the hope and love it can to this reality of life. where restoration is the priority and love is the way it takes place. i believe that LOVE WINS.

- i am seeking a British female intellectual, if you know of any, please tell them that i want to marry them haha.

- i want to publish some writings soon, and i dont want the credit so i am working on a fake name. if you know of any good ones let me know.

-and i am a lover of poetic beards and proud member of Beardcorps.

i would love to know more about the following friends:

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I smoke my pipe and worship God
by Johan Sebastian Bach


Whene'er I take my pipe and stuff it
And smoke to pass the time away
My thoughts, as I sit there and puff it,
Dwell on a picture sad and grey:
It teaches me that very like
Am I myself unto my pipe.
Like me this pipe, so fragrant burning,
Is made of naught but earthen clay;
To earth I too shall be returning,
And cannot halt my slow decay.
My well used pipe, now cracked and broken,
Of mortal life is but a token.

No stain, the pipe's hue yet doth darken;
It remains white. Thus do I know
That when to death's call I must harken
My body, too, all pale will grow.
To black beneath the sod 'twill turn,
Likewise the pipe, if oft it burn.

Or when the pipe is fairly glowing,
Behold then instantaneously,
The smoke off into thin air going,
'Til naught but ash is left to see.
Man's fame likewise away will burn
And unto dust his body turn.


Thus o'er my pipe in contemplation
Of such things - I can constantly
Indulge in fruitful meditation,
And so, puffing contentedly,
On land, at sea, at home, abroad,
I smoke my pipe and worship God.

-bach



i love smoking pipe tobaccoo...the invigorating smells...the full tastes.....the poetry and prose that emit from my mind.....especially when you gather round with other intellectual pipe smokers and pollute the air with insane ideas and ways to change the world and help people........the crazy and almost preposturous presuppositions that emmulate from such glorious things can never be put into words...haha

I smoke my pipe and worship God
by Johan Sebastian Bach


Whene'er I take my pipe and stuff it
And smoke to pass the time away
My thoughts, as I sit there and puff it,
Dwell on a picture sad and grey:
It teaches me that very like
Am I myself unto my pipe.
Like me this pipe, so fragrant burning,
Is made of naught but earthen clay;
To earth I too shall be returning,
And cannot halt my slow decay.
My well used pipe, now cracked and broken,
Of mortal life is but a token.

No stain, the pipe's hue yet doth darken;
It remains white. Thus do I know
That when to death's call I must harken
My body, too, all pale will grow.
To black beneath the sod 'twill turn,
Likewise the pipe, if oft it burn.

Or when the pipe is fairly glowing,
Behold then instantaneously,
The smoke off into thin air going,
'Til naught but ash is left to see.
Man's fame likewise away will burn
And unto dust his body turn.


Thus o'er my pipe in contemplation
Of such things - I can constantly
Indulge in fruitful meditation,
And so, puffing contentedly,
On land, at sea, at home, abroad,
I smoke my pipe and worship God.

-bach



i love smoking pipe tobaccoo...the invigorating smells...the full tastes.....the poetry and prose that emit from my mind.....especially when you gather round with other intellectual pipe smokers and pollute the air with insane ideas and ways to change the world and help people........the crazy and almost preposturous presuppositions that emmulate from such glorious things can never be put into words...haha

Far to often people find themselves lost in their reality. peolple in general do not seem to like to think about the "why" questions in life but more about the "how" questions. how do i get laid? how do i get more money? how do i better myself? how do i get a better job? how do i....... and so on. But what would happen if people asked the "why" questions more often?

"but men labour under a mistake. the better part of the man is soon ploughed into the soil for compost. by a seeming fate, commonly called necessity, they are employed, as it says in an old book, laying up treasures which moth and rust will corrupt and thieves break through and steal. IT IS A FOOLS LIFE, AS THEY WILL FIND WHEN THEY GET TO THE END OF IT, IF NOT BEFORE." -h.d. thoreau


that sunset right there.
BE THANKFUL FOR IT.


That flowers smile right there.
I BEG OF YOU, Do not despair, for God is there.

O my soul! emplore to me this beauty that i do see.

This breath i breathe
IT IS A GIFT THAT I NONCHALONTLY HAVE RECIEVED!

OH, forgive me for not living deliberately.

-me