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heart no. 346A0001A
I told my smartphone to take me away. It said, do you want me to take you to: A Way. I said, No! — Sure. Yes. Okay, it said. I’m getting you a map to: A Way. Thank God, I said. You’re welcome, it told me. I laughed. Unreal! It pulled up the map. A Way was very close. I got in my car. My smartphone began playing “Livin’ on a Prayer.” I laughed again. O Great Phone, Thank You for being so Good to me. You’re welcome, it said as we sped over the cliff and into the sea.
"to love another person is to see the face of God"
- les misérables
The Paradox of Going Outside - Outside Online
This is the bind I’m in: I feel small in urban life—”tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized,” as Muir put it. I want to get away for a bit. I’m inspired by Thoreau and company to get really away. But in the very breath of my demand for the “authentic” wild, the un-guided tour, I’m cringing at how flaccid and disgracefully naive I probably sound—how much like one of Krakauer’s goons, the kind of person who will either gentrify the woods or get myself killed in them. This reaching toward the outdoors, far from clearing my head, confounds it further. This deep-seeming thing I crave may well not exist. Or worse, it does—and I’m too bound up by ego to seize it.
you said, ‘ain’t this just like the present - to be showing up like this?’
When people pray for the President...
An unbiased, heartfelt article by Eugene Cho.
“We chit-chatted briefly, but then there was a moment I’ll never forget in our conversation. I shared with President Obama that I regularly pray for him, and this is how he responded:
“Thank you, Eugene. I really appreciate that. Can you also please pray for my wife and children? Pray for their protection.”
His whole demeanor changed when I shared with him that I pray for him.”
Tears —!
