Sheer exhaustion

I’ve got to find a way to be true t myself. All these other peoples visions. All these opther lives. The waay we live in the cities, in our boxlike homes, in our heartds and our minds.
I can’t do it fpor an externl goal. I can’t do@it for a result. I do it for being the human I am, for having the experience of being true to myself, gto this self, not me, but supra me, the genie, genius, daemon.
So mnay boxes we try to fit orselves in- so m/any ways we bend and pitch to fit into this world, thbis world we don’t evden like. Why? Who are we on the other side? What odes this look like feel like function as when rhis world is built for us, and not thed other way?

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About noah crowe

I was born without a name. Later my family named me Noah Crowe. Crowe is my father's last name. I am an artist. Rather, I am a human being, seeking to know what I am. I am writing this blog to document my quest to know who I am in this world for my unborn son (and/or daughter). My father never passed on his journey to me, and I believe that it is story and ritual that informs our world; the worlds we live in, internally and externally. This is my way of giving myself, and my potential son, a window into this process of finding spiritual meaning and service in a culture that I find to lack the foundation of integration between the spiritual, the communal, and the societal.
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