Humanity is sleeping. Life is merely ember waiting for the dry grass to turn into a full-blown fire. Humanity is denying its Self, its true nature, imprisoning itself inside a tiny box called civilization. One single tree, rotting, denying the vast forest. Denying the forest, the wilderness to our very heart, denying our heart, our spirit.
   There are embers all over the world, Human Beings with the potential to awaken, to break free from the long death-sleep of civilization, and be Human once more.


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   Timothy Joyce

   I'm not really writing this. I'm not quite Timothy Joyce yet, as he is not quite me.
   But I will be and so will he. I'm getting there and he is, too.




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