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“To see the Earth as it truly is, small and blue and beautiful in that eternal silence where it floats, is to see ourselves as riders on the Earth together, brothers on that bright loveliness in the eternal cold–brothers who know now that they are truly brothers.” – A. MacLeish

I need to go to space.

The world is such a massive place, full of literally everything there is to do in the world. Everything we know is here on Earth, every existence, every action, every idea we’ve heard of. Then I’m reading Beetle Bailey today, and old dummy Zero asks the question of what space means. Is it the space between everything, or is it the distant stars?

Now, I have experienced a vast nothingness. I went to school in Illinois and vistas of nothing but cornfields were never far off. I drove from Minnesota to California, and I haven’t seen such nothing as is in Nebraska, or Utah. But even in this nothingness, there’s stuff. There’s dirt, sand, in Utah’s case, salt. Obviously corn in the corn fields. But there’s never nothing, like there is in space. I want, I need to experience this nothingness, an empty void where all that surrounds is a cold, dark vacuum. Emptiness, the true emptiness that smells strong, metallic, and unique, according to astronauts. And who doesn’t believe astronauts?

I’ve always had a place in my heart for space travel. That sounds a little weird, because who wouldn’t like to go into outer space? But even as a kid when Star Wars enraptured me I would look to the heavens and wonder. Not about anything in particular, you understand, just wonder. Let the mind travel to wherever it wanted, even to the stars. Looking at these points of light and realizing they were the same thing as the sun that was so bright during the day, sometimes even bigger and brighter. As a young’un this was incredible. When someone told me that the light we see from stars is thousands of years old, that if you were in that stars’ solar system you would see Roman centurions and whatnot, I was floored. That was incredible to me. That meant that even if I had a telescope to look that far, I would be seeing the past! That opened up whole new avenues of thought into time travel, but that’s a story for another day.

The picture entitled Earthrise (it’s at the top of this post), taken by some astronaut whose name you could find out if you were less lazy than I, is to me one of the most thought provoking pictures ever taken. Maybe not even thought provoking as contemplation provoking. Someone once said that the unexamined life is a life not worth living, and a picture like that, to me, forces a look at oneself. We all have a sense of self worth, whether high or low (personally, I feel like I’m worth my weight in gold, which equals out to $3.6 million, from my last weigh in) but a picture like that just makes you think about existence. If the light from other stars is thousands of years old, that means that all you’re looking at is dead light, and if you see another life form, you have no idea if they’re still there. It’s just a dead image. That means that if they see Earth with a telescope, they’d either see the centurions, or, if they see you they see you dead 1000 years. I don’t mean to be morbid, but more just that images of Earth as this little rock, the Blue Marble photo, things like that just make you realize how big it all is, and how small you are. Seriously, the earth is 3.6 billion years old, the sun almost 6 billion or something, and we’re around for about 80 years if we’re lucky to live in the US or whatever.  What does that mean, what do we mean, in the scheme of things?

I’m not going to sit here and say go crazy, life doesn’t matter, but I don’t think I can agree with taking life as seriously as some do. I mean really, we are only here for a little while when it gets down to it, so doesn’t it seem like there’s no room for getting all worked up over bullshit. There’s things that matter, sure, like nuclear war or global warming, things that impact future life on Earth that could impact eventual growth into space. But the bullshit? Nah, man, that’s nothing to get pissed about, that’s something to have fun with. Although I wouldn’t suggest actually finding bull feces and playing with it, that sounds unsanitary.

Earth is a big small place, just as a peanut M&M Is salty-sweet. Best of both sides I guess. We have room to look around, explore, but it’s like a big ol’ play pen before we break out into the universe. And we weren’t allowed to fight or be mean in kindergarten, it wasn’t copacetic. So what’s the deal with doing it to other countries? Anti-war, etc. Space is big, and we need to get there. So do I. I’m out of words. Good luck.

An American businessman took a vacation to a small coastal Mexican village on doctor’s orders. Unable to sleep after an urgent phone call from the office the first morning, he walked our to the pier to clear his head.

A small boat with just one fisherman had docked, and inside the boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish. “How long did it take you to catch them?” the American asked. “Only a little while,” the Mexican replied in surprisingly good English. “Why don’t you stay out longer and catch more fish?” the American then asked. “I have enough to support my family and give a few to friends, the Mexican said as he unloaded them into a basket. “But … What do you do with the rest of your time?”

The Mexican looked up and smiled. “I sleep late, fish a little. play with my children, take a siesta with my wife, Julia, and stroll into the village each evening, where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy life, senor.”

The American laughed and stood tall. “Sir, I’m a Harvard M.B.A. and can help you. You should spend more time fishing, and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat. In no time, you could buy several boats with the increased haul. Eventually, you would have a fleet of fishing boats.” He continued, “Instead of selling your catch to a middleman, you would sell directly to the consumers, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing, and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village, of course, and move to Mexico City, then to Los Angeles, and eventually New York City, where you could run your expanding enterprise with proper management.”

The Mexican fisherman asked, “But, senor, how long will all this take?” To which the American replied, “15-20 years. 25 tops.” “But what then, senor?” The American laughed and said, “That’s the best part. When the time is right, you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich. You would make millions.”

“Millions, senor? Then what?”

“Then you would retire and move to a small coastal fishing village, where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take a siesta with your wife, and stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos…”

This is right from Tim Ferris’ 4 hour work week, which I recommend all of you hustlers out there go grab asap!


Just wanted to swing through and share this story with everyone on VibeThat … It’s taken me too long to get on here and support my man, Brett, but hope you all like this little post.  Makes you stop and think, what do we do it for?  If you’re out there grindin without a vision, you are #WastingTime!

Can’t get there if you don’t know where you’re going!

Learn what you love, love what you learn – Wealthy Knowledge

Art is a liberating process.  Apart from influence of the exterior world, you connect with the task at hand, engage and everything else fades to black.  Artist and pen, the mic and the spotlight, paintbrush and canvas, teacher and class, athlete and opponent, actor and character, board and wave, body and mind.  Passion drives all of this. When we’re driven, we realize everything connects.  Thoughts are lost without action so find yourself empowered through progress. Prepare yourself, our reactions are a clear indication of where we’re at mentally.

As a writer there always comes a time when you feel there’s nothing to write about; you’ve run out of topics. You don’t know where to begin and that’s really where the problem began all along. If you find yourself searching for a topic then you’re not reflecting what you’re actually thinking about. Shouldn’t have to look for what’s on your mind because it already is. Truly great writings and real expression come on their own terms, at their own time. They show up when you least expect them.  You’ll find harmony in your art once you avoid letting your mind get in the way of what your heart really has to say.

When I find myself at this place its often not that I don’t know what to write about, but what I’m capable of writing won’t properly explain what really needs to be said.  Sometimes I’m just not ready to write about certain things. The key here is to not let excuses perpetually serve as a solution.

“Excuses are a list of self imposed obstacles that prevent you from having a better life.”  – Tony Horton

This is one of the great beauties of life, art, poetry and music.  Sometimes we need to speak about things indirectly, allowing conclusions to be determined by the observer. Through messages, color, delivery, metaphor, tone of voice, vibe, body language and emotion we can portray what we feel aside from words or picture; the harmony of it all does the talking for you.

I’ve always enjoyed writing as it allows time for preparation.  I can work ideas out in my head then present them once I’m ready.  What I’ve learned is when applying your art to the present, live in-person and on the spot is when real talent has the opportunity to shine.  You could write hundreds of rough drafts, plan hundreds of routines, rewrite songs or speeches, rebuild things and “correct” your work countless times over; but being thrust into the moment shows us three very important things. One; we’re more prepared and talented than we lead ourselves to believe.  Two; even if you were to make a mistake, its not a big deal so long as you refuse to give up when you stumble.  Three; pressure can trap you, don’t doubt yourself.  Remember, you’re doing what comes naturally.

I tend to perk up whenever I hear any mention of life lessons, the big picture or more specifically a perspective on success and its attainment.  Especially from someone who appears to have it.  This isn’t the guy with the biggest house on the block, but rather somebody who is happy, enjoys life and shares good stories of their times.  Someone who surrounds themselves in laughter and positivity, friendship, kindness, family and sunshine of their own.  Nobody can tell you how to be rich if you determine what your valuables are.

What is the key to life? Passion for everything you do.  You don’t need money to be a millionaire.

“Existence is a sport.”  – Tim Napoli

9 Notes on Life:

  1. Stop making comparisons
  2. Wave hello to haters
  3. Do you
  4. Don’t stop building
  5. We’re all connected
  6. It’s a small world
  7. I’m pretty sure you only live once
  8. Never say goodbye
  9. Stand up and live

Love Intensifies Futile Emotions
Positive Energy Activates Constant Elevation

You’ll find harmony in your art once you avoid letting your mind get in the way of what your heart really has to say.

Happy Birthday Tim

“Luck is when preparation meets opportunity.” – Chuck Drury