A. My environment evolved me
[photo by Tony Deifell, CC BY-NC-SA 2.0]
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A. My environment evolved me
[photo by Tony Deifell, CC BY-NC-SA 2.0]
(via gcrush)
He stood with the fire taking its sweet time. One his left arm became limp, he held a disco stance. In short order, his tower fell and he descended into the ground. As if in a hurry for an exit, he left admidst a whiteout that had slowly been building.
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We are living in a period of widespread fear and insecurity. We cling to what we have, but what we’ve had was merely the illusion of a mortgaged future. Nothing that we see around us feels sustainable. As one who blunders off a cliff, our legs still twiddle in the air: we haven’t gained a foothold that will see us through. Deeply-fathomed change we share with others — the kind of change that summons up the earth to meet one’s feet — becomes the only pathway forward, our most crucial step.
Burning Man 2011 Theme: Rites of Passage