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The Sleeper Has Awakened
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Getting up at 4 in the morning is like…
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wbsloan · 10 days
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“I was dimly aware that I might be getting in over my head. But that only added to the scheme’s appeal. That it wouldn’t be easy was the whole point.”
― Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild
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Fall Where It Will
“Every life has death and every light has shadow. Be content to stand in the light and let the shadow fall where it will.” ― Mary Stewart
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Oh, The Places You’ll Go
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Equilibrium
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The Things We Leave Behind
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Where I Need To Be
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Redistribution
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Spending the morning in one of my favorite places on earth, the Columbia River Gorge
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Good morning, Eugene
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Stop
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Boundaries Don’t Exist 
“In dreams you don’t need to make any distinctions between things. Not at all. Boundaries don’t exist. So in dreams there are hardly ever collisions. Even if there are, they don’t hurt. Reality is different. Reality bites. Reality, reality.”  ― Haruki Murakami
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Classics
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Seeking The Rhythms
“There is in all things a pattern that is part of our universe. It has symmetry, elegance, and grace - these qualities you find always in that the true artist captures. You can find it in the turning of the seasons, the way sand trails along a ridge, in the branch clusters of the creosote bush of the pattern of its leaves. We try to copy these patterns in our lives and in our society, seeking the rhythms, the dances, the forms that comfort. Yet, it is possible to see peril in the finding of ultimate perfection. It is clear that the ultimate pattern contains its own fixity. In such perfection, all things move towards death.” ― Frank Herbert, Dune
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Break Away
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