A Good Friend Once Said To Me "you Got That Dawg In You, But The Dawg Is Mr. Peabody"

Mountain People

when you view the mountains and the hills, do you judge them for being too flat, too curvy, on the size and shape of their peaks, on the flatness of the valleys between them.

When you look at trees, do you care how dense or far apart they are from one another, and do you mind their uneven growth and unaesthetic placement.

When you see thin roads and blank patches of land on those distant mountains, and when you see piles of boulders and different colors of grass. do you love the mountains less and avert your gaze in favor of a more perfect scene. or do your eyes wander over each line, pausing at each change of color. And do you not wonder if these were changes wrought by a larger wilder force such as time, or if it is the tall, smooth, perfect curves that are new, and the blemishes are remnants of a time long forgotten.

And do you not wish you could have seen those beautiful mountains grow and crumble, and know what rivers and floods, earthquakes and fires, rain and snow and sun; played a part in creating such a lovely sight. and don’t you hope, that your awe at their radiance could somehow leave one more mark on the soul of those mountains, that you could be apart of this collaborative work of art. That all others could taste your wonder, and feel your love.

this randomly blew up on twitter so i figured i’d post it here bc lord knows everyone on this app is neurodivergent

Eating with the big spoon just to feel something

Project 2025 ain't gonna roll out all at once. So what we're gonna wanna do is make passing each individual part of it as difficult as possible, so there's less to undo once we finally get this country back on the rails.