into the abyss
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a b y s s
anything profound, unfathomable, or infinite
into the abyss is a collection of artwork and writing that served as creative inspriation this past yeari will always find chaos before creation
the guy changed the world and no one could even get his name straight. The guy was a genuine underdog.
nothing in this world is more common than unsuccessful people with talent. Leave the house before you find
something woth stay for
everything is a p r o c e s s and
how youre feeling is completely
people who tell y o u t o suck it
up because you can take as much time as you need. this is a process. people will
change and so will you. let them. let yourself.
this is a p r o c ess.
life is a cycle. let this happen.
a million settings, cast with a billion beautiful characters, and it is almost over for you. It doesn't matter how old you are; it is coming to a close quickly, and soon the credits will roll and all your friends will fold out of your funeral and drive back to their homes in cold and still a
nd silence. And they will make a fire and
pour some wine and think about how you once were . .
the pages in your left hand, and only a thin wisp of the story in your right. You will
co unt, not
things up. You begin to mourn its ending, and want to pace yourself slowly toward
its closure, knowing the last lines will speak of something beautiful, of the end of something long and earned, and you hope the thing closes out like last breaths,
like whispers about how much and who the characters have come to love, and how au-
thentic the sentiments feel when they have earned a hundred pages of qualifica-
And so my prayer is that your story will have involved some leaving
and some coming home, some summer and some winter, some roses blooming out like children in a play. My hope is your story will be about changing, about getting
something beautiful born inside of you, about learning to love a woman or a man, about learning to love a child, about moving yourself around water, around moun-tains, around friends, about learning to love others more than we love ourselves, about learning onene ss as a way of understanding God. We get one story, you and I, and one story alone. God has established the elements, the setting and the climax and the resolution.
I don't wonder any-more what I'll tell God when I go to heaven when we sit in the chairs under the tree, outside the c i t y . . . . . . . . I ' l l tell these things to God, and he'll laugh, I think and he'll remind me of the parts I forgot, the parts that were his favorite. We'll sit and remember my story together, and then he'll stand and put his arms around me and say, "well done," and that he liked my story. And my soul won't be thirsty any-more. Finally he'll turn and we'll walk toward the city, a city he will have spoken into exis-tence a city built in a place where once there'd been nothing