2 am and I may or may not be loosing my mind.

We've each built so much up around us we can't even see one another.

And it's terrifying.

Please, tear down the walls of your own solipsism, it's killing you and it's killing me. Are you really going to let everything you could ever have, hold, want, need and love pass you by?

Bear witness to the world.

Hold my hand.

We're in this together.

And we'll be furious and we'll be inconsolable and we'll be crying until the world is awash (not cleansed, but we can pretend) but most of all we'll be lost.

But we'll be something.

You must understand hate before you can learn to love. And the things you own can't teach you a thing.

I want to see the northern lights before I die, I don't care if their just junk and fire and radon. Because they're something. And they're beautiful, and at millions of years old, maybe they can teach me something.

I need to view the world a new. It needs to be brighter, it needs to be more.

To wit: The fields of space and time must intersect at an infinite number of points to allow everything to happen.

I refuse to give up my obsession with free will. Contemplating it is painful, but the alternative is so much worse.

In your very veins and muscles, all the contradictions of the world quietly crash and converge and it couldn't be more commonplace or more extraordinary. What is right and what is wrong meet and co-mingle in the space between the quarks of the neutrons of the atoms that make up your cells. You yourself are the ultimate truth and you are mostly grey and about 70% water, and you can choose to turn that chaos and that grey into love. You can make the ground disipear, you can rise above it.

I can't sleep because I'm running out of time. When no wind comes to steer you to shore can you find it yourself? What about lighthouses?

My metaphors always get out of hand far too quickly.

We could die for our beliefs, we could live forever. But we're probably wrong. I've seen the truth, maybe not all of it, but bits and pieces, and one things for sure, it ain't worth dying for. Nothing's worth dying for so why do we insist on dying?

Insomnia's getting to me.

Here's the thing about truth. (And life, and the world, and everything)

...What's it worth to yah?

Our values are only values when they're absolute. When you're willing to compromise then it wasn't a value anyways.

Shit what am I saying? I need a hug and I need some sleep...

Good people will die too soon and kids will make dumb choices and someone will find a way to profit from it all, and the universe never takes anything back, we're stuck moving through spacetime at a constant rate, but we can choose the direction.

Right?

I can bail or I can stay.

But I know what I'm going to decide before I decide.

What can I say, it's a value I hold dear, no matter the distress.

I'll be here, under the northern lights, watching the highs and lows of life, more attached and involved than I know is healthy. Please stop by, stick around. You need to see this before you die, it's amazing.