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In other news, I'm writing something.
In yet other news, I've decided what would be my ideal lifestyle.
I want to live in a reasonably self-sufficient(just more independent of the machine than 99% of the modern world), intentional community, of people who just love Jesus, love people, with selfless ideals and a passion for pushing things back to their roots. I'd be the gardener/farmer as well as the cook/herbalist. Mae would certainly be suited for handling the small children and teaching the young ones. Well, that's food and childcare right there. Now we need a small amount of other people and we can do this thing. I'm not trying to ignore society, leeching off the protection of a culture diametrically opposite of mine(cough, Amish, cough). I'm looking to live somewhere, anywhere, and show that you can not just fight, but rise above the system, that it can't fight you if you aren't in it. The worst thing you can do to a government or social system of violence and oppression is battle it--it is a hate machine that feeds off strife, debt, suffering, toil and the million profitable ways to commit suicide of the course of a few short decades.
I strive to be unwanted by society. Rather than rebel, public enemy, threat, or terrorist, call me a lunatic, fool, crackpot, madman and not worth the trouble. I want to be so small, that I'm free to live a lifestyle that bleeds love and passion to the point of threatening decent society. I want to be simple, and live life in a direct fashion, and I want people around me who will give and take harsh criticism when anything is done out of any reason but pure love. I have learned quickly that in a marriage, it can be give-and-take, where everything is compromise, or it can be a ceaseless action of expression of one thing--"I love you!". I make the bed, ostensibly to keep it clean, organized, etc(but beds need to breathe and it's just as easy to get into when It's messy)...the real reason is because I know she likes it, and I want her to know I love her enough to go out of my way to arrange a bed. I don't see how this can fail, when your life and every minor action, rooted in love, becomes a testament to your passion and love for all things. Ultimately, it will kill you, because that by which a man lives is that which will kill him.
Where are you, our compatriots?
In yet other news, I've decided what would be my ideal lifestyle.
I want to live in a reasonably self-sufficient(just more independent of the machine than 99% of the modern world), intentional community, of people who just love Jesus, love people, with selfless ideals and a passion for pushing things back to their roots. I'd be the gardener/farmer as well as the cook/herbalist. Mae would certainly be suited for handling the small children and teaching the young ones. Well, that's food and childcare right there. Now we need a small amount of other people and we can do this thing. I'm not trying to ignore society, leeching off the protection of a culture diametrically opposite of mine(cough, Amish, cough). I'm looking to live somewhere, anywhere, and show that you can not just fight, but rise above the system, that it can't fight you if you aren't in it. The worst thing you can do to a government or social system of violence and oppression is battle it--it is a hate machine that feeds off strife, debt, suffering, toil and the million profitable ways to commit suicide of the course of a few short decades.
I strive to be unwanted by society. Rather than rebel, public enemy, threat, or terrorist, call me a lunatic, fool, crackpot, madman and not worth the trouble. I want to be so small, that I'm free to live a lifestyle that bleeds love and passion to the point of threatening decent society. I want to be simple, and live life in a direct fashion, and I want people around me who will give and take harsh criticism when anything is done out of any reason but pure love. I have learned quickly that in a marriage, it can be give-and-take, where everything is compromise, or it can be a ceaseless action of expression of one thing--"I love you!". I make the bed, ostensibly to keep it clean, organized, etc(but beds need to breathe and it's just as easy to get into when It's messy)...the real reason is because I know she likes it, and I want her to know I love her enough to go out of my way to arrange a bed. I don't see how this can fail, when your life and every minor action, rooted in love, becomes a testament to your passion and love for all things. Ultimately, it will kill you, because that by which a man lives is that which will kill him.
Where are you, our compatriots?