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Sodom and Gomorrah
John Martin 1854

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Reality. Film. Philosophy. Science. Theology. Magic. Hiking. Radiohead. Sushi. Academia. Books. Mormonism. Atheism. Semantics. Perceptual Realism. Landscapes. Spirituality. Cycling. Nature. Existentialism. Moderation. Piano. Family. They Might Be Giants. Writing. Buddhism. Transhumanism. Meditation. Cats. Photography. Paintings. the Absurd. Poetry. Alice in Wonderland. Nostalgia. Demythologization. Technology.

I am interested in cultivating a stronger relationship with the earth—my place in it and how I might be of greater service to those around me.

I want to learn how to harmonize myself with existence. It is not always easy to exist. In fact, a majority of my existence has been enveloped with sadness.

I would really enjoy learning how to effectively meditate, reconcile my attitudes with disappointments, improve the quality of conversation I have with others, and divorce from the sometimes over-analytical mind I possess.

I have studied philosophy (in general) both within school and independently for the past ten years. I have also studied various world religions and am interested in discovering the common ground between them all.

Seeing how most religions typically battle one another for primacy, I find it foolish that we (as a world) predominantly choose to focus on what we disagree about rather than what is familiar to us.

I learned from a young age to overcome this intolerance by adopting a philosophy from Dr. Seuss’ “Green Eggs and Ham.” It has served me well ever since.

Sam, like most of us, lives his life in a cocoon of convenience, little knowing the joy there is to be found by breaching the confines of his limited perspective.

I am constantly in the process of opening my mind.

I am the type of person who would rather stay at home wrapped in a blanket while reading a book than go to the party and pseudo-socialize with people I don’t really know.

I am often timid at first to meet new people because I feel as though there’s some invisible rule book I have to follow in order to be accepted.

Most people seem to have the script to engage in ‘small talk’; I have had difficulty acquiring that script for most of my life.

I love contemplating the meaning of life: its symbols, contradictions, frustrations, magic, humor and more!

I have recently developed a title that might summarize me in a nutshell: An existential apologist.

I have extracted meaning where perhaps the meaner did not mean to mean, you know what I mean? I love more than anything to share my perspective with others.

When I was younger, I often would dream about heaven as being this magical city of wish fulfillment, eternal happiness and rest from all cares or worries.

I believed that when you died you immediately went to this place and were twinkled into euphoric flames. I desired so badly to be there and not where I was.

I kept projecting my happiness into the future, as if salvation and contentment teased and taunted me, always somewhere distant and far beyond my reach.

Each time existence threw something in my way, I became discouraged and depressed. I rebelled against existence by desiring that existence conform to my will—not the other way around.

Through the years, however, my thoughts of heaven have changed. I no longer desire to go to the heaven I used to dream about.

I feel that I would be cheating the earth as well as this unprecedented experience we call “life” if I desired nothing but to escape it. I want to harmonize myself with it. I do not fully understand how to do that yet, but the desire is there.

It is not easy. My chief concern now is to embrace my trials, knowing well the education that comes with them. I want to make love to the paradoxes that bug me and allow time to alchemize past wounds.

Who am I not? I am not the teacher—I am the listener. I am not the shepherd—I am the lamb. I am not the saint—I am the sinner.

I have no ill-intention towards any living thing, and though my passion for life may seem somewhat intense, I am very sincere and would really like to get to know you.

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