Finding Adventure Close To Home:
Adventure can be found anywhere at any time. You do not have to go far looking for it. You do not have to be lucky enough for it to happen to you. You simply have to recognize that you are already surrounded by adventure. Even in your neighborhood, there are some places you have never gone. I used to take long walks from my house and cut behind businesses and walk along the railroad tracks. I found snakes, deer, turtles, and found the largest cache of blackberries I had ever seen in my life (and still to this day). This was where I saw for the first time a dragonfly catch a meal in flight.
Finding Joy In Everyday Life:
Even at work or around the home there are situations that have never happened before. There are little mysteries and challenges to be overcome. These can be adventures too. Not everyone is capable of this mindset. Some are depressed and are physically incapable of adventure even when it is pointed out to them. I’ve been there and I know there is nothing to say to make you feel better. Just know that it doesn’t last. Others simply lack the skills because no one has shown them where and how to look. That is what I hope to do on this blog: prove by example that adventure can be found anywhere and you don’t have to go far from home to find it. It just takes a little practice.
Here are some tips:
What is the next adventure you will go on?
I never want to tell other people how to live, but I’ve had some ideas for a long time I thought deserved to be heard and thought through. Tell me what you think.
We live in an oversexualized culture and sometimes I get tired of it. I’m tired of coworkers trying to make innuendos out of my innocent words while I’m trying to tell them something important. I’m tired of people giggling when I talk about the biology of invertebrates (apparently penis-fencing hermaphroditic flatworms are funny). I’m tired of preachers ruining movies for me by warning me of all the double entendres that I was happily unaware of. I’m tired of people telling me the intimate details of their encounters when such things are best enjoyed privately between two people. Sex is a small part of life, but most people focus on it unhealthily to the exclusion of all else, bringing up the subject all the time. Furthermore, we certainly do have a problem with some giving in to temptations to extramarital sex, divorce, rape, homosexuality, pedophilia, bestiality, and more.
However, while sex is a small part of life, it is still a very important part of it. God created humans with the same basic physiology as other primates and clearly planned on us mating often. There is a certain minimum level of sexual awareness that allows us to be attracted to others in the first place and this awareness permeates every social situation. I know firsthand how abstinence can wear on a person and how torturous it sometimes is. We cannot fight sexual sins by fighting sex; we must do so by promoting the Christian marriage ideal and bringing people to Jesus. While not affecting as many people as promiscuity, abstinence is another evil that must be addressed. The human body and psyche is not designed for it, yet many people remain single for years until finally giving in to pornography or prostitution when they can’t take it anymore. It isn’t enough to simply tell people not to do wrong without giving them a way out because we are fighting against a powerful, God-given biological drive to be fruitful and multiply. If Christians really wanted to help these people, they would marry them. When people are starving, we don’t simply preach about the sins of theft. Instead we feed people and then train them how to become self-sufficient. Why don’t we do something similar with sex? Why don’t we offer matching services?
We are so oversensitized to sex that we are quick to proscribe the harshest punishments for those who break the rules. Someone is accused of pedophilia or homosexuality and they are considered by the public guilty until proven innocent. Even teenagers can be convicted of a sex crime for urinating outdoors (something every guy (and several gals) I know has done at least once) or innocently suggesting that a ten-year-old take off her shirt (kids dare each other to do things all the time and are naturally curious about that which is normally kept hidden). Sex offenders are restricted in where they can live, what kind of jobs they can get, and in their internet use. All these things make it very difficult for them to find a spouse so they can finally enter into a healthy relationship and no longer be tempted. I’m not saying that their hardship in any way excuses recidivism, but so long as these hardships are placed on them by society, society should expect to be violated.
We are so oversensitized to sex that we see it when it isn’t even there. When I read a news article about a man sucking women’s toes on a subway, I understood that he was weird and probably annoying but could not fathom why the police were calling it a sex crime. There is much that I find perfectly innocent that religious conservatives want to interpret as sexually deviant and make a big deal of. One has to admit that much of the increase in sexual deviancy in our culture might be an illusion and that talking so much about it only adds strife to the relationship of the church to the world it is trying to reach. I have heard of cases of possibly gay couples being asked not to return to church because they were seen holding hands, but in Saudi Arabia men hold hands all the time and the Muslims are less tolerant of homosexuality than we are. In France, one might greet another with a kiss rather than a handshake, but do this in America and you will be assaulted. Within America, so many people have different life experiences with subtly different cultural exposure that we can’t even agree on what is and isn’t a sexual signal. Is it possible that some see sex where it wasn’t intended and this is why we think the media is pushing it on us and our children even when they aren’t?
I hear over and over that the media (especially advertising) sets a particular standard for feminine beauty that most cannot attain. This is only true if women take it that way. Just because a woman in an ad looks a particular way is no reason to expect that you have to. The problem is not the advertisers, but the attitude of the women at home viewing the ads. When it comes to sports, we celebrate talent without putting others down. When it comes to business, we pay extra for good talent. We celebrate musical, artistic, and scientific talent. Why then do we have such a hard time celebrating God-designed physical beauty? Should beautiful women be banned from advertising? Shouldn’t we instead share their beauty with the world to give glory to the one who created it? The problem is not only that Satan is using the media to push sexual sin on us; the problem is that we are so obsessed with sex that we see it everywhere and do Satan’s work for him. We fight sin but we still play by sin’s rules.
I have heard it suggested that depicting Supergirl as a large-breasted woman sends the message that to be attractive one must have large breasts, making average women feel inadequate, yet no one suggests that Superman makes average men feel inadequate for lacking his large muscles or the ability to fly or fire heat rays from the eyes. Some women really do have large breasts and to put down Supergirl is to put down them as well. I have even heard of a case where a woman was told to cover up more than others because someone deemed her “too” attractive – but God made her that way! I hear about actresses and models being put down for being “too thin” and thus promoting unhealthy attitudes about food and how women are supposed to look – but some women are naturally thin and to put down the models is to put them down as well. God made them that way!
The one biggest sexual symbol I hear talked about is nudity, but I have never thought of pure nudity as sexual. In fact, I have always believed that if we were all accustomed to experiencing nudity on a daily basis from birth onward, we would not and could not associate it with sex. If most people were naked most of the time, strip clubs would go right out of business. If you want to eradicate pornography, the obvious solution has been right there in Genesis 2:25 the whole time! As Christians, we are right with God and should feel no shame over that which is “fearfully and wonderfully made.” We instead have freedom to be what God created us to be and saw “was good.” What kind of world do we live in where the victims of clothing theft have to feel more ashamed than the thieves? This happens with no other kind of theft. What kind of world do we live in where I have to worry about a visit from the police for simply trying to keep cool on a hot day? We all have bodies and so every one of us is vulnerable and lives in constant fear. I have always believed that it is psychologically and sociologically unhealthy to both hide our bodies from others and to shield our eyes from the sight of others’ bodies. Do not call unclean what God has made clean!
We live in an upside-down world where every sitcom can include dialogue implicitly and explicitly referring to sex (including perversions), bedroom scenes with characters writhing under the sheets, breast-grabbing, and scenes of kissing – and no one thinks anything of it, but if a mother breastfeeds her baby in public, we call for censorship! We want to battle the oversexualization of our culture, but we do so by attacking the human body. This is like banning airplanes because terrorists might use them, banning guns because criminals might use them, banning cars or alcohol because somebody might drive drunk, or banning soda because somebody might get fat.
We especially go bananas over children seeing nudity, but no child in history has ever been hurt seeing nudity that wasn’t first taught that they were supposed to be hurt. We certainly aren’t born with the knowledge of the existence of clothes. I remember a case wherein a man was naked in his own home, not visible from the street or the neighbor’s homes, but only visible from one spot on the edge of his yard where a mother and daughter were walking by for some reason. The mother complained not that she was offended, but that her daughter was “having nightmares.” My thought was immediately that the mother must have filled her daughter’s mind with her own fears and prejudices and that this was child abuse! The man didn’t abuse anybody simply by being himself, but the mother did abuse her daughter by teaching her there was something so wrong with seeing bodies that they should always be covered. What kind of message does that send the daughter about her own body? No wonder we have eating disorders in America!
Swimsuits make especially little sense to me. For me, by covering certain parts, they only bring special attention to those parts. To divert the focus, one should either be fully dressed or fully naked. Swimsuits represent a sort of reverse psychology. By conspicuously covering something, I notice things that could otherwise hide in plain sight. One might even think that swimsuits are designed to call special attention to the body. In fact, they are; swimsuit designers openly admit this! It annoys me that not only do I have to cover up, but I have to help perpetuate the idea that certain parts of the anatomy are sexually special by what I wear. This is a free speech issue. I do not want to be party to perpetuating such falsehoods. I do not think it appropriate to force others to discuss which parts they find most attractive. That’s a private thing. It is because sex is private that I reject the idea of covering special parts based on one person’s biased ideas of which parts are sexual. I don’t want to know what others consider the “sexual parts.”
To be clear, I firmly believe that sex is a special, private thing shared between committed romantic partners not to be shared with others. When one is romantically entangled, they want to make the partner feel uniquely entitled to receive their affections. That’s what makes it romantic. I do not want to talk about my sex life, I don’t want to hear about the sex life of others, and I don’t find that romance or pornography make good entertainment. I dislike porn. It cheapens the sacred, but modern culture does this all the time and it isn’t even thought of as porn. Society praises those that dress up to show off the body and look pretty (and therefore sexually attractive) but puts down those that are pretty without dressing up. Putting in extra effort to dress (including makeup and jewelry) to attract a mate is just normal, but being oneself as God made them is somehow sexual and must be censored? Seriously?
In America, people are even having sex even as young as Junior High. I agree that this is a problem, but why is this a problem? Did God err when he arranged for sexual feelings to enter the mind during puberty? Why would he have put those feelings there if he did not intend us to act on them in some way? In hunter-gatherer societies, members of the tribe are married off between the ages of 13 and 16. Their resulting children are watched by the whole tribe, sharing the burden. Social support is available to prevent divorce. The problem with Jr. High kids having sex is that in American society, we lack the social support structure to enforce commitment and it is nearly impossible to raise a family and make a living by hunting. We require so much education just to navigate our institutions and to get a decent job (and have laws against child labor and age restrictions on entering legal contracts) that it becomes extremely risky to get pregnant before 18 – even riskier if the father doesn’t stick around. Due to the instability of the economy many couples are putting off having children until much later in life. I find this very sad. The problem isn’t as much the sex, but the lack of love, commitment, and economic opportunity for the young.
In conclusion, I see that the only way to fight those obsessed with promoting sex is not to become obsessed with fighting sex, but rather to stop being obsessed with sex at all. The deepest human drive is to commune with God. When God is put first, every lesser drive will fall into place.
Young Nudists America, based in the New-York-Pennsylvania area, promotes healthy attitudes and practices regarding social nudity through the website YoungNaturistsAmerica.com. The website has many blogs and articles explaining the philosophy of naturism and reviewing naked events. There is also a page of affiliated resorts, beaches, and campgrounds around the country. It’s worth a look.
My favorite thing about Hammock Park in Dunedin, Florida is the covered platform I can watch the boardwalk from. There are also several trails, a small playground, a butterfly garden, restrooms, and disk golf available. The day I went to the park the butterfly garden was still flooded from the recent storm so I can’t say much about that, though I did see a couple butterflies elsewhere in the park. From the boardwalk itself one can look down and see fiddler crabs and turtles. The playground features a pyramid of ropes that shifts around as you climb it. You haven’t lived until you’ve climbed something that moves as much as you do. The gravel fill below it I discovered was strangely bouncy. Upon closer examination I determined it was made of little bits of rubber tires. I suppose it makes for a softer landing when you inevitably fall off the ropes.
It seemed boring at first. When I first arrived, I took the trails around the eastern perimeter of the park. There were benches named after various people. There were numerous puddles and muddy spots that slowed me down. These puddles had tiny tadpoles! The larger puddles had larger tadpoles! This redeemed what was otherwise a boring area. A drier trail was completely blocked by fallen trees. I climbed around and over the first two only to be utterly defeated by the third. The only redeeming feature there was the patch of plants I found with touch-sensitive leaves. The sun was hot and there was less shade than I like. I was starting to think the park might be a dud. I was very wrong.
Returning the way I came I saw an egret guarding the dam. While I walked along the brook, two jays shrieked and chased each other at high speed. They did the same when I returned that way later and the same again when I passed a third time. Then I discovered the boardwalk and the platform overlooking it. A short ways along a bridge spans a waterway. A very loud duck-like bird flew over the short bridge just as I passed, clearing the railing by inches. I was very thirsty by this time and thought of returning to the car for my water, crackers, and sunscreen so I could sit there and read (I had a book, too). Unfortunately, there was a trail heading the other way and I had to know where it went. I stood there for almost a minute trying to decide which way to go. The struggle is real!
When I did finally make it back to the platform I ended up talking with a pretty lady who had the same exact idea I did. She soon left and I decided to finish exploring. Beyond the boardwalk were some paved trails and beyond those another boardwalk nestled among tall mangroves. There I saw six mangrove crabs on a trunk facing each other in a circle. Were they having a conference? Was it about me? I’m probably just being paranoid, but they scattered when they saw me coming. I’ve never seen such behavior before. I also saw a dark beetle and later observed a woodpecker from only twelve feet away. It eventually figured out I was behind it and kept turning its head sideways to look at me. I saw so many things I can’t fit them all in one post. Below are only the highlights:
This is a poem I wrote in 2010. I imagine all of my poetry set to music but I am rarely able to come up with tunes of my own. This one I imagine set to the tune of Barracuda by Heart.
as fast as you can
you can't catch me
i'm the gingerbread man
i'm hunted in daytime
i'm hunted at night
i'm hunted by smell
i'm hunted by sight
i run as hard as i can
until i ache to the core
i turn the corner
only to find fifteen more
winged demons from hell
bring kisses of death
tracking the warmth of my breath
riding my back
they bring me down
all the while
singing with that distinctive sound
candles can't stop them
neither can sprays
one hundred preists
can't make them go away
finally swat one
there's two more in its place
they're tricky and sneaky
make you swat your own face
they won't give up
until you're totally dry
they won't give up
until you finally die
it doesn't take
much of a spine
they don't need one
to make you lose your mind
Even though I live in a country where I have access to television, movies, theaters, and books that those elsewhere can only dream of, I still sometimes get the impression that I have lived a relatively boring and sheltered life. There are many activities I have never done that others I know have. This is my bucket list.
Watch a Meteor Shower: One day I’d like to curl up with someone special and watch a meteor shower. I’ve never had the chance. I used to work the night shift. Every time I heard that one was coming, I was dead tired and had no one willing to go with me. It was almost always cloudy and I would have had to drive far from home to get away from the light pollution of the city. I was also never sure where to park that trees would not obstruct my view and that the police or property owners would not harass me and ask why I was skulking around their fields at night.
Watch an Aurora: I’ve never had a chance to see an aurora either and for a lot of the same reasons. It would also be too long and too expensive a trip to make my way far enough north (or south) to see one. I’d like to maybe watch one during my Alaska trip.
Eat Crickets: Apparently crickets and moths are not only edible, but good for you. I have always wondered what they taste like. Since they are hard to catch and I don’t want to get the wrong kind if there is such a thing, I prefer them professionally prepared in a gourmet dish. I am also curious about the fried sea cucumbers (distant relatives of starfish) they eat in some Mediterranean towns.
Skydiving/Hang-Gliding: This is something I definitely want to do eventually, but I am in no rush. It is also expensive.
Skiing: I’ve never even been skiing. Nobody has ever invited me and I don’t know what to expect. Where do I go? Can I rent skis at the slope? How much will it cost just to practice so that I actually get in one good run that day? Some questions can be learned with Google, but without someone actually guiding me through it the first time, I will still feel kind of lost.
Canoeing: I actually did finally go canoeing once, but only for an hour and it was on a lake. I’d like very much to take someone exploring in a canoe down a long creek all afternoon. I’ve never had the chance.
Hunting: Why on Earth would I spend money and time on a hunting license, guns, and equipment when I don’t yet know what I want to hunt, where to do it, when to do it, how to do it successfully, and whether I will like it? Where do I even go to learn the applicable regulations? This is something virtually impossible to get into alone. I’ve never had anyone invite me.
Fishing: Fishing is much like hunting, only with less walking. I’m sure if I tried it on my own, I would be doing it wrong and never know otherwise.
Language: I have been so busy exploring nature, reading fiction and non-fiction, drawing pictures of aliens, and writing blogs and books that I have never had time to learn a second language. I expect that doing so will show me new ways of thinking, better help me understand others, and expand the pool of literature I could read. I want to learn but I don’t know when I’ll have the time. I still have a list of books I plan on buying when I have the money and several books I want to write. I also don’t know which language to learn first. Since I already know a little Spanish and a little German, it will probably be easiest to learn those. I’ve also thought of learning Braille and sign language. Any suggestions?
Things I've Done
At least I got a few things off my bucket list already.
Alcohol: I know the average person sneaks alcohol even before they turn twenty-one, and Catholics take real wine during Eucharist (I knew it as communion in Baptist churches), but I never had much interest. When I grew up I only encountered two types of people: those who either never drank or at least never talked with me about it, and those who drank very much for the purpose of becoming so drunk that they would throw up, pass out, and forget the good time they had. That never appealed to me. It was only when I turned twenty-five that I met responsible drinkers who actually invited me to bars or over to their houses. Beer and wine are disgusting, but I now like cider and mixed drinks. I like the taste of rum. I have never been drunk, but getting a little buzzed can be intriguing. The greatest benefit of drinking is that it gives other people an excuse to laugh at my jokes and treat me with respect rather than be the uptight characters with no tolerance for silliness that they are normally.
Shooting Range: I have always believed in the second amendment and spoken in favor of our rights, but it wasn’t until I was twenty-seven that I realized I was not doing my part. My family was never into guns and I grew up in a semi-urban area where they weren’t part of the culture. I wasn’t sure what type of gun to buy or where to buy it. Finally, I stopped in a gun shop by myself and bought a used revolver for three hundred dollars. It was very loud. Then I made a friend who liked to go out in the woods with his .22 rifle and do target practice with me. It can be a lot of fun.
Clothing-Optional Beach: Ever since I was a child and was scolded for playing indoors in my underwear, I have always had a fascination with nudity and the inexplicable psychology behind its censorship. That it is so infrequent only makes it more intriguing. Growing up, I never met anyone who expressed any interest in nudity except in the form of pornography, which I have always felt is a type of perversion that cheapens the sacred. Somehow I made it to age twenty-nine without ever seeing another adult naked in person, whether male or female. Finally, I made an internet search for something called nude beaches, which I had heard about on television. That was how I found a clothing-optional beach just two hours from my house. It was a poor excuse for a beach. It was too rocky, steep, overgrown, and crowded. Still, the opportunity to feel the air and wind on my skin without distracting breaks in continuity was almost worth it. I notice that the less I have on, the more that last little bit bothers me. Why aren’t there more of these places?
What is on your bucket list? What normal, common activity have you never tried? Go out and do them!
I bought this book in the hope that I would understand how certain political ideas are spread enough so that I might sabotage some of them and spread some of my own ideas. Unfortunately, very little in the way of marketing advice can be found in these pages. Written in 2005 by David Kupelian, The Marketing Of Evil is more about what he considers evil than about how evil is marketed. He covers topics such as the ineptitude of our educational system, fraud in the Kinsey Report, the long-term effects of no-fault divorce policies on society, and tax evasion in abortion clinics.
Throughout the book, he also bemoans marketing techniques that appeal to our subconscious emotions, claiming that such techniques treat people like animals without souls and breed attitudes of contempt for human dignity. He forgets that such techniques could not work if humans were purely rational agents and that marketers would not use these techniques if there were known a better way to sell products. The truth is that in many ways humans are like other animals and appeals to reason often do not work. The way to fight evil being marketed is not to complain about the marketing techniques, but to market good, and market it better than the competition markets evil.
How does money work? What causes inflation? Why are things so expensive? Do we really need a central banking system? If currency enters the economic system only by being lent at interest, and society pays all of the money back it borrowed, where does the money come from to pay off the interest? If newly printed money is not earned, what justifies it being given only to a select few? Louis Even explains things in very simple terms so that anybody can understand and offers an alternative to the debt-money systems used by most countries. It’s an interesting and thought-provoking read.
Five Galleries: The Dunedin Fine Art Center boasts five galleries, a gift shop, the Palm Café, and a lounge area in the central lobby complete with art books, couches, and a piano. It is located on Michigan Avenue in Dunedin, Florida. There is good parking. By one entrance is the alien machinery pictured above. By the other entrance is a long tile mural built over the course of several years by many children of different ages from different schools in the area. The center is open seven days a week and paid for by donations.
Thought-Provoking Exhibits: Of course, it’s what’s inside that counts. I caught them on a transition day when only two of the five galleries were open. The Entel Family Gallery hosted an exhibit called Dignity: Tribes In Transition. It was a collection of photographs of indigenous people from around the world, often in a mixture of traditional and modern dress. Pictures of people are interesting because unlike landscapes or abstract sculptures, people have dreams, thoughts, goals, aspirations, and can interact in their environments in complex ways. What were they thinking? I could not tell. There were several plaques on the walls explaining what the project was about. They referenced a UN declaration in the seventies to protect the rights of indigenous people, though I question what else the declaration might have had in it since the four nations to vote against it (New Zealand, Australia, Canada, and the United States) are not exactly known for human-rights abuses (relatively speaking). Another plaque stressed the importance of learning the culture of our ancestors. It suggested that in order to know where we are going, we must know where we come from. I’m not sure I buy that argument. Since the past can only influence the future through the present, why isn’t it good enough to just know where we are now? Another plaque suggested that trees feel pain and that Africans have somehow known this all along. Hmmm. The jury is still out on that. The exhibit certainly got me thinking, which I’m guessing was the point.
Pretty Pictures: The second exhibit (Harmonic Divergence) featured works inspired by music. There are two paintings that stand out to me now. At first glance, it looked like a swirl of color probably representing music was escaping from a trumpet or horn of some kind. A drum and harp floated nearby. Upon closer examination, I decided it looked more like the horn was escaping from the swirl. Do instruments make music or does the potential for music encourage the invention of instruments? I’m probably thinking too much. The other painting I liked was a borderline impressionistic scene of a man with a guitar-like object and four women in hats. There were large flowers in the background and fruit on the table. The women appeared to have their eyes closed, probably enjoying the music. It was all very colorful. The instrument itself had several regions of different colors on it. There was just enough consistency in the highlighting to discern the direction of illumination. I liked it.
This is a poem I wrote in 2010. I imagine all my poetry set to music but I am rarely able to come up with tunes of my own. This one I imagine set to the tune of Know Your Enemy by Green Day. I was going through some things then and rather than help, people at church just kept telling me to give thanks even when I didn’t mean it.
Thank you God for our home and our family and that no one's sick and for my new bike and for dogs and cats and horses and butterflies and for Jesus...oh, and for chocolate too. Amen.
i thank God for freedom
and for good times
rejoice in the lord always
this is the day he has made
i thank god for sunlight
and this gorgeous weather
i thank god for this picnic
and all this delicious food
i thank god for skateboards
and for iphones
i thank god for cookies
and vanilla ice cream
i thank god for cartoons
and for pencils
and i thank god i passed
my test yesterday
i thank god for liberty
another word for freedom
which i thanked him for already
earlier in this song
i thank god for verbs
and for consonants
and for syllables
and for sentences
i thank god grampa got his scooter
to get around with
even though he wouldn't need it
if he was young instead
i thank god i'm young enough
to outrun grampa
though it wouldn't matter
if instead i left my sister alone
i thank god for oxygen
so we can breathe it
although if there was no oxygen
we'd never ever know it
i thank god for anaerobic microbes
that don't use oxygen
i thank god i'm not anaerobic
though i have no idea why
i thank god for aliens
that don't use oxygen
assuming god created aliens
instead of leaving the skies for us
i thank god for the friends
that i know i'll have someday
and for the friends i used to have
though they left me all today
i thank god for my new bike
even though i can't ride it
because i was just paralyzed
in a car crash yesterday
i thank god i'm paralyzed
and that i'm going blind
i thank god for sympathy berry pies
though my mouth is wired shut
i thank god for a hill to sled on
even though there's no snow
and my sled is missing
and gramma says the hill blocks her view
i thank god i'm not always thankful
like when i'm depressed
and can't enjoy anything
or else have nothing to enjoy
i thank god for sunlight again
even though it gave me sunburn
yes, i thank god for sunburn
and i thank god for my frostbite
i thank god for beer
even though it was the beer
that made me crash my car
i thank god for this song
that i wrote myself
and i thank god for this shed i built
by the sweat of my brow
i thank god i wasn't born a jew
or a woman
thank god i'm not like the Pharisees
or those no good Sadduceees
i thank god for fractals
and for mathematics
i thank god one and one is two
and that i can't divide by zero
i thank god for god
and that there's not no god
and i thank god for the universe
and the passage of time
i thank god for everything
you know he made everything
i thank him for everything
and that i'm thanking him now
I thank him for evil
and for satan
i thank god for sin
and i thank him for doubt
i thank god for everything
you know he made everything
i thank him for everything
and that i'm thanking him now
i thank god for everything
you know he made everything
i thank him for everything
and that i'm thanking him now
My name is Dan. I am an author, artist, explorer, and contemplator of subjects large and small.