tommy.

life can be so easy to live without passion, and its value is squandered when your mind and heart are not stretched and tried. there is truth to be sought and inspiration to be found when you shut your eyes on the bleak picture the world has painted and told you to accept. think deeply about what you believe and why. don't be afraid of failure, act creatively, and strive for depth of character. i am resolved in my heart to rise above mediocrity...

Not having ac sucks ass…… View high resolution

Not having ac sucks ass……

Wooo no shave November coming to a close! Time to shave soon? Well, watching the Darjeeling Limited and going to bed….. View high resolution

Wooo no shave November coming to a close! Time to shave soon? Well, watching the Darjeeling Limited and going to bed…..

yasboogie:

Night Trawlers by R.S. Connett
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Many years ago, when I was a young boy, my father would wake me before dawn to go fishing in the Ocean. We would drive through the foggy San Francisco streets to “Muni Pier” , buy bait wrapped in yesterdays newspaper, and drive across the Golden Gate Bridge to Sausalito. There my father had moored an old 26 foot inboard with a cabin. To my young eyes a Ship! As the first false dawn light began to color the world, we would board with our gear. Trembling with the morning chill, breathing out hot steam into the cold, he’d start the engine. The smell of gasoline, bait and salt water is a heavenly memory.
We made slowly out the jetty and into the San Francisco Bay to cross the “Potato Patch”. This is an area of rough water under the Golden Gate bridge where many a small boat has gone down in a sudden storm. Past this fearful patch of rough water lay the beautiful blue waters off Marin County, California. We would skirt the shore, find a still cove and drop anchor. These coves were always surrounded by high cliffs with wild trees overhanging the edges. The Cliffs were natural wind breaks. The water was blue black with its depth, and still as a mirror. The smell there was pine forest mixed with salt water, morning sun, exhaust fumes and dead fish. When I die, if I smell this, I will know there is a heaven after all.

Via: BB

Favorite artist ever…. r.s. connett View high resolution

yasboogie:

Night Trawlers by R.S. Connett

RSC:

Many years ago, when I was a young boy, my father would wake me before dawn to go fishing in the Ocean. We would drive through the foggy San Francisco streets to “Muni Pier” , buy bait wrapped in yesterdays newspaper, and drive across the Golden Gate Bridge to Sausalito. There my father had moored an old 26 foot inboard with a cabin. To my young eyes a Ship! As the first false dawn light began to color the world, we would board with our gear. Trembling with the morning chill, breathing out hot steam into the cold, he’d start the engine. The smell of gasoline, bait and salt water is a heavenly memory.

We made slowly out the jetty and into the San Francisco Bay to cross the “Potato Patch”. This is an area of rough water under the Golden Gate bridge where many a small boat has gone down in a sudden storm. Past this fearful patch of rough water lay the beautiful blue waters off Marin County, California. We would skirt the shore, find a still cove and drop anchor. These coves were always surrounded by high cliffs with wild trees overhanging the edges. The Cliffs were natural wind breaks. The water was blue black with its depth, and still as a mirror. The smell there was pine forest mixed with salt water, morning sun, exhaust fumes and dead fish. When I die, if I smell this, I will know there is a heaven after all.

Via: BB

Favorite artist ever…. r.s. connett

nonsensemachine:

R.S. Connett, “Lepidoptera” (October 2012) via

“20” x 24” completed October 2012.

“Continuing to pursue my visions of this type. this is a “companion painting” to my previous piece, “FEAST of the HAVENOTS” View high resolution

nonsensemachine:

R.S. Connett, “Lepidoptera” (October 2012) via

20” x 24” completed October 2012.

“Continuing to pursue my visions of this type. this is a “companion painting” to my previous piece, “FEAST of the HAVENOTS”

Tiny Alaska: Atheism, Antitheism and the Case Against Christianity

tinyalaska:

The atheist position is, historically and by definition, the rejection of the theist proposition – perhaps it’d be more appropriate to adopt the title of apantheist or adeist but the modern iteration of atheism can be described as the withheld belief towards the supernatural, whether…

(Source: adamsatsang)

When people ask me if a god created the universe, I tell them that the question itself makes no sense. Time didn’t exist before the Big Bang, so there is no time for god to make the universe in. It’s like asking for directions to the edge of the Earth. The Earth is a sphere, it has no edge, so looking for it is a futile exercise.

We are each free to believe what we want, and it’s my view that the simplest explanation is there is no god. No one created the universe, and no one directed our fate. This leads me to a profound realization: There is probably no heaven and no afterlife either. We have this one life to appreciate the design of the universe, and for that, I am extremely grateful.

— Stephen Hawking (via blackestofmoons)

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jsnbrtz:

And the day will come, when the mystical generation of Jesus, by the Supreme Being as His Father, in the womb of a virgin, will be classed with the fable of the generation of Minerva, in the brain of Jupiter. - Thomas Jefferson

jsnbrtz:

And the day will come, when the mystical generation of Jesus, by the Supreme Being as His Father, in the womb of a virgin, will be classed with the fable of the generation of Minerva, in the brain of Jupiter. - Thomas Jefferson

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