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Because I don't want ever again to be a businessman stuck at a desk, selling **** to morons. I'd rather be Han Shan, cold and hungry, uncertain, but joyous, writing poems to the void on cave walls, laughing at vanity, chuckling at attachment, wandering the woods like a happy ghost riantly doing real work, struggling up one mountain, down the next. No path; no plan, but never lost. - mce
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC
Why This Pirate Life
Because I don't want ever again to be a businessman stuck at a desk, selling **** to morons. I'd rather be Han Shan, cold and hungry, uncertain, but joyous, writing poems to the void on cave walls, laughing at vanity, chuckling at attachment, wandering the woods like a happy ghost riantly doing real work, struggling up one mountain, down the next. No path; no plan, but never lost. - mce
TN poem. Again the pirate. That was my metaphor for me. Now, just an old monk. Everything changes.
mike-essig
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC
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