Where is your faith? Is it undying, or does it need to be called now?

We have become a product of listening to our colmunity members and eyes of the neighborhood. and it seems as we continue to progress it only is possible by listening more and more to the world around us, equally as much to those care for our space. each event each interaction each experience every idea and each person that passes through the skin is drawn from the celestial bodies, and ONLY BY CARING FOR THEM will they stay alive in this world. They all come from those bodies, and versions of them may exist in these bodies, but for them to continue to exist in this world must be made considered and cared for. —this is the call back to our manifesto—.

When your head is up your ass you’re talking for the people, how do you reorient?

The biggest question: when the lights turn off, and we walk forward, what goes first, your hands up on the wall? Or you feet to just step with faith. I need to see other lands and travel and build a tower. Sometimes shoes first then shirt and top … because my room is dirty. How often do you stare out your window? How often do you choose to stop? How many times a day does the ground fall away and you scramble to look for the yellow stripes?