Why we are here....
I was just reading a great Kerouac quote on my friend
fairey_queens journal. Let me repeat it here for those who didn't see it.
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, made to be saved, desirious of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabuouls yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars..." -Jack Kerouac
Love it, it reminds me that to truly be alive is to matter, another favorite line of mine from the film Pearl Harbor: "Are you so anxious to die?" "No, sir, anxious to matter." To not speak the commonplace, to not yawn, to burn; life would be something. I read some MySpace memorials today and sad, sad, sites dedicated to missing persons, and they filled me, as such things often do, with a deep sorrow as I considered the frailty of human existence. I want to matter! I want my work, my church, my friends, my family to matter!
I don't mean matter in the fame sense but in the sense of altering the course of the river that we are sailing; I want to be able to launch flaming arrows of joy into that dark sorrow of loss. I want to challenge the assumption of quiet, desperate life! That's what we're here for. That's why God spoke us into reality. Burn, baby, burn!
fairey_queens journal. Let me repeat it here for those who didn't see it.
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, made to be saved, desirious of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabuouls yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars..." -Jack Kerouac
Love it, it reminds me that to truly be alive is to matter, another favorite line of mine from the film Pearl Harbor: "Are you so anxious to die?" "No, sir, anxious to matter." To not speak the commonplace, to not yawn, to burn; life would be something. I read some MySpace memorials today and sad, sad, sites dedicated to missing persons, and they filled me, as such things often do, with a deep sorrow as I considered the frailty of human existence. I want to matter! I want my work, my church, my friends, my family to matter!
I don't mean matter in the fame sense but in the sense of altering the course of the river that we are sailing; I want to be able to launch flaming arrows of joy into that dark sorrow of loss. I want to challenge the assumption of quiet, desperate life! That's what we're here for. That's why God spoke us into reality. Burn, baby, burn!