Where can you talk to a guy pounding beers in Sacramento in his lazyboy, a bored history major at UNC with fine appreciation for pop art, a lot of erect penises, and a med school student from Caracas raving about Hugo Chavez in one evening? You guessed it: Chat Roulette. The first time I heard about it a person told me never to go on it.
Leave the void, to create a way away.
Be yourself. Dislocate time.
Are right and wrong, just hanging there, light and dark. And is the truth like the sun being just beyond the horizon? Or is there another way to get there, something that connects us, a vehicle to reveal our interconnectedness? Let us begin.
“Let the bare feat be the last sound that they hear.” - Our Lady Peace
"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders
