No info at present. In the past, for as long as I lived, I considered those I chose as friends to be the largest part of who I am, and in that, a diverse array. The most diverse. People who had varying opinions and feelings about the world and everything in it...the truths, the making, the politics. The most varying. The most diverse array of opinions I could push myself to manage. Friends' opinions and or feelings that gave me the controversy within myself that I always felt made me tick. No conclusions, every question being answered with another question. Passion...Drama in some lights. Knowledge always. It is not what friendship is about, realistically. It's about much more, and in some cases, much less than that. Common interests...when they are common. Worthwhile, when viewpoints differ. When common becomes diverse is where I exist. So diverse they can tear a man to shreds at the blink of an eye, or a thought.In this moment, I am who I am, amongst the trees and the head high powder. Nature that is powerful and bigger than everything else. Sunshine, Snowstorms. Pure bliss for some. Danger, carelessness, recklessness for others. Nothing but risk for some.Haven't stayed in one place for such a long time in ages. Constantly bounced around since I can remember...from one demographic to another. Detroix....Indianapolis....Torino....Chicago....etc. etc. Now I find myself a distance apart from even the closest big city. Alone perhaps. Evaluating myself without the opinions of others is a new thing for me. Don't know if I like it or not. Meditate every evening, sometimes until the early morn...better then lying awake in insomnia, thinking of distant places and the long lost stories that coincide. The booze of the bars and nightlife is within an arms length, but rarely or never seems to be reached. The snow is always there in the morning. That type of thing. Who am I at present....the distance I can travel...for a friend, or an enemy...or just for the sake of it all.
