Anyway, I was reading and pondering and thinking some more and then observed the time I had spent reading and also the in between spaces where I wasn't reading. I had no time to go on Facebook, hardly anytime to watch TV and I just ended up talking and hanging out with my family! Brilliant, right?
Now, don't get me wrong. Reading won't make all your problems go away, but the way I've taken to reading certainly allows for some sort of refocusing.
Also watching Gonzo (2007) a kind of a biography of the writer that was Hunter S. Thompson, a self proclaimed freak, user of drugs and lover of guns.
I'll do another post on this at a later date, but just thought it would be worth a mention now while it's still fresh and sort of as a reminder for that later date. I have been reading and coming into contact with these freaks, if you will. These writers and people who constantly find themselves situated on the fringes and the margins, under highway bridges and huddled behind dumpsters, some in respecting neighbourhoods. They all seem to talk and suggest this alternate place, this other way of being, many of them with the help of alcohol and drugs and hallucinogens and still others with just their pens. It has really got my brain ticking over. There is no one way that they have come to this conclusion, while the majority, about 95%, would not look to Followers of Jesus for that pathway. It's got me thinking.
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