Clawing the Bottom of the Barrel

I can think of no worse spiritual suicide than hedonism and no surer way to miss and obstruct the most profound and sustaining joys of life. From experiment and experience, every great moment comes from inspired and directed behavior, never from the consumption of packaged amusements and distractions.

We will all be dead so soon -- please no glowing screens of inanity or pathetic attempts to escape reality. Rather: go forth to open doors and spill yourself into the world, distinguishing yourself from the masses who do nothing, believe in nothing, and consequently accomplish nothing because they resist standing with an honest orientation toward life and humanity.

Forever adventure, gladly performing hard and necessary work, if need be forsaking sleep, food, and basic comforts -- sustained instead by inspiration, desire, a smiling soul, and respectful appreciation for tasks which call you. Never shying away from being over our heads when a great path has been chosen for us, but making ourselves ready for all it asks of us so we can meet it with a level gaze.

Why resist any worthy calling when we could instead expend ourselves into it to birth rewarding outcomes enriching reality and our proximate environment? All life is a mischievous cheating of death! Therefore let us be treacherous villains defrauding death on a grand criminal scale rather than passive condemned inmates ritually playing solitaire until we listlessly expire one idle night.