My Saturday:
Rose rather early at eight. I called S to see if he wanted to do moring gongyo and do maybe an hour of chanting. He did, so we did. After that we wandered over to R's pad. There materias primas were retrived, and we took a walk into the canyon that surrounds our school. About halfway down into the canyon on the side of one cliff is a cave just big enough for three people to sit in comfortable. The cave looks out upon the valley, and despite high winds all around, always remains calm inside. There we three sat and talked about how fucked up but also awesome it would be if a mountain lion showed up and we had to fight for our lives. We reflected on our last four years of being best friends here at this university, and our coming graduation. We sat and observed the path of a hawk riding an updraft off in the distance.
My aunt tells me that I won't be in touch with any of them within a few years except maybe a couple. I vehemently disagree. I say this because the one thing that binds people together stronger than anything else is the sense of shared mission. Here at SUA I have met some of the most incredible members of my generation. Scholars, athletes, writers, actors, economists, revolutionaries, journalists, philosophers, politicians...all are germinating here and are pledged in honor and blood to become a new kind of army. One not reliant upon bloodshed, but upon compassion, and are committed to supplanting the self-reinforcing force of war with the infinitely perfect cycle of respect and compassion. The demons that control this troubled world are already betraying their paralyzing fear of our advance.
I'm one paper away from completing my undergrad career.
Thank you, SUA.
Rose rather early at eight. I called S to see if he wanted to do moring gongyo and do maybe an hour of chanting. He did, so we did. After that we wandered over to R's pad. There materias primas were retrived, and we took a walk into the canyon that surrounds our school. About halfway down into the canyon on the side of one cliff is a cave just big enough for three people to sit in comfortable. The cave looks out upon the valley, and despite high winds all around, always remains calm inside. There we three sat and talked about how fucked up but also awesome it would be if a mountain lion showed up and we had to fight for our lives. We reflected on our last four years of being best friends here at this university, and our coming graduation. We sat and observed the path of a hawk riding an updraft off in the distance.
My aunt tells me that I won't be in touch with any of them within a few years except maybe a couple. I vehemently disagree. I say this because the one thing that binds people together stronger than anything else is the sense of shared mission. Here at SUA I have met some of the most incredible members of my generation. Scholars, athletes, writers, actors, economists, revolutionaries, journalists, philosophers, politicians...all are germinating here and are pledged in honor and blood to become a new kind of army. One not reliant upon bloodshed, but upon compassion, and are committed to supplanting the self-reinforcing force of war with the infinitely perfect cycle of respect and compassion. The demons that control this troubled world are already betraying their paralyzing fear of our advance.
I'm one paper away from completing my undergrad career.
Thank you, SUA.
Sadly, I'm 10 years out of college and have kept in touch with only about 5 people. Kids and careers have a way of getting inbetween friends.