Death. Alone and by itself, death is morose. It is unrelentingly dark, unbearably heavy, and unapologetically final. But when seen in the larger context of life — not life as in life and death, but life as in this continuum of being which we’re all connected by — death is but a mere tombstone, a marker that signifies the end of something, not everything. Wrote about the sect of surf Im most in awe of: big wave surfing. Please read if you have a moment. These men lived all sorts of large, to say the least.
Posted on: Mon, 15 Sep 2014 18:56:21 +0000