And here is a letter I just wrote to a friend ( Read more... )

There's not a whole lot of light here. Only the light of the stars, my computer screen with it's satellite broadband card, and the raging bonfire over yonder. Lithuania by Rithma is only slightly below blaring, and alcohol is flowing pretty freely. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little buzzed. Many realizations have hit me in the past few ( Read more... )

It's been over a year....hard to think I've been away so long. But never the less, I have returned. Not much to say right now, but there will be a full briefing tomorrow. It's already very late here. I love you all.

Good night, and good luck,
Scott Lynn

     The following morning, Edward Reese woke in a fog, the sounds of the previous 24 hours softly pushing through to the forefront of his memory. People arguing, the metallic click-whir of the machines, seeming to resonate into the room itself. And underscoring it all, knifing through the haze of the anesthetic, was the ratcheting ( Read more... )

Walls are a part of our everyday existence, and we carry them with us wherever we go. We wall our emotions and sometimes ourselves off from the outside world, while on errands or at work. How many times have you put on a smile a work while feeling terrible inside? Not to mention the walls we live, work, and play inside of everyday. Our homes, work ( Read more... )

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     Most of us spend our lives trying to escape from self-centeredness. Maybe that's the whole point, the whole challenge, what the whole thing is all about. Some of us succeed better than others. It seems to me that those who have the most success are those who somehow turn self-caring into other-caring.

It takes courage to be an other-carer ( Read more... )

Far from the worn path of reason ( Read more... )

Life is war. Everyday, you wake up, get dressed, maybe have a little breakfast, and then fight your way out the door. You lead your armies of experience and inclination out into enemy occupied territory, never knowing who you'll lose that day and how many of you will make it back home alive when it's over. Sometimes it seems overwhelming, and scary ( Read more... )

I was really out of sorts yesterday. I was feeling pretty down about issues with my mother. We argue constantly now, over petty things that should be able to be handled with some modicum of civility. Such as money, or things needed for life or school. I'm not talking about luxuries, but actual needful things. Yesterday we had a huge fight over ( Read more... )