Onward

Flowers have been all over the place in my life. There's the flowering of consciousness of course, but more so just in every day speak. A girl in a class today said she wishes she could open up a night venue shaped like a lotus. In her words, "Like a lotus, shaped like a bloom." Could you imagine that?

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Today has been a sort of still gray, though I wouldn't necessarily categorize it as gloomy. I find that without the sun, it's up to our minds to energize the day. Most days I'm just too tired, but on days like this, for perhaps no reason at all, my thoughts string together and illuminate the way I see the world. With the slightest breeze every plant comes to life, most likely they enjoy a break from constant sunshine from time to time, and illustrate the way that they move, the way that they breathe. I'm just sitting here outside of Ceba, amidst many people, and in the middle of oblivion.
In the depths of my thoughts I am removed -- conscious to my surrounding of about six fraternity "bros". Their complaints of plagiarism and going to class are an unpleasant din to my thinking. Perhaps it's a universal sign to shut up and move on. I'm done with this beer conversation.