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Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Atlantic Ocean-South Florida



Passing the sunshine state on the way to Key West, Ernest Hemingway’s port of call.



From the beginning I have had  a sense of destiny , as though my life has  been assigned to me by fate and has to be fulfilled and I have  a sense of security-but I can’t prove it to myself it proves  itself to me over and over again -I don’t have it, it has me.

The devil may be in the details but God is in the vagueness, and the human soul needs immensity, like an ocean to ponder, only then  can it be happy and feel free to breath.

The remains of the day can get you off your game-freedom, however, is what you do with what has been done to you. I always have the last word in shaping my life; even though the earth school kills all of its student. I have never let my schooling  interfere with  my education.

It only ends once---everything else is just progress. Waste your money and you’re only out of money, but waste your time and you’ve lost a part of your life.
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