the mad ones

I once met a Gypsy fellow who also happened to be a punk and a poet, and in our 15 minutes of crossing paths he managed to recite me a poem from wooden beer crate in the balmy night of summer Downtown LA and well progressively blow my mind just in his poetry of being. you know those people you meet very briefly but for some reason stick with you for the rest of your days? that was one of those. schooling me not with knowledge i didn't already know, but with the manner in which he shared it. we all know the conventional education and health care systems are a joke, but when do we actively vibe about this with strangers within the first few minutes of meeting them? not i.... but what he made me realize was, well why not? yes it can be heavy and make things awkward for the receiver - especially if you find yourself in the middle of heated debate. but in the act of doing so we are also teaching and connecting with one another, with what little time we have on this earth, and that to me is empowering to all involved.

Anyway I came across this quote which is very much along the lines of what he shared with me that fateful evening:

"They don’t teach you this in school. They don’t show you the beauty of existing, they don’t show you the wonder of the earth, they don’t show you the unity that human beings are. They show you who’s better, who’s worse. They show you what they need to show you in order for their system to survive. They don’t show you love." (via Aum)