we have cause to be uneasy

hey blog, it's been too long.

i didn't write this, but it rules.

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you

But make allowance for their doubting too,

... Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated, don't give way to hating,

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

(Rudyard Kipling, "If")

hey you, let's not be weak men.

could we be people that identify and shun the counterfeit? that engages with self-abandon? that don't delight in idealism but instead act? that don't rely on the mass media to formulate conviction and opinion? 

for me, it's no longer about the four walls of a building. it's about knowing and interacting with the Great Architect. it's about knowing my place in the unknown.

i'm frail and small, even by the earth's standards. a man with dirty hands. but i'd rather stab myself in the eye with a blunt spoon than walk through this life having not fought.

p.s. read c.s lewis. and listen to la dispute.