A reader calls tattoos “a physical sign of comprehension and solidarity of the untowards aspects of humanity.” Cool, well said. Reminds me of this Cash song.
I’m going home in a week, so I am excited about that. I was home a while ago for something and drew a few things.
"Climbing up the mountain with Mercer; moving slowly up the mountain of the Lord; and, finally, suffering the stupid, mundane slings and arrows of an ordinary Tuesday afternoon. The secret of the mystic is that these things are not other than the stuff of daily life. Body and soul, we are creatures of two worlds, and we exist in both of them at once."
— From my friday post, Flesh to Fire