hope, surprise, and friendship

these three words were the summary of my first class on 'policy and the environment.' My teacher, a old compenero, (who does not believe in global warming) has lived with the Zapatistas, defended their rights, critisised our ever advancing global economic systems, and challenges me to understand what is reality and what is an abstraction in my life. hope, surprise, and friendship. here, my friends, is to the 21st century.

i am saturated in an environment of both simple and complex thought. i am steadily learning to think with my own brain, to give birth the thought that lives deep within an unknown area of myself. not my brain, but my soul. to expel my empathy, to learn and to express what is true to me.

my school writings are reflective of my attempts to disregard all hesitation. To write from a pure and honest state of existence, bare and open to criticism. I am humbled daily by the words of my fellows, my teachers, the strangers on the street. I am loving, the beauty of the earth, the pain of my mistakes, the reality of collective thought, the love that exists from all of you, created and fragile and that which travels with me. i am so accompanied by your thoughts that you have shared with me. i feel that you, my friends, are with me, in me, conversing with me daily. i miss you so very much.

i feel like i have learned a lot of things in the past two weeks, in this, probable most academic environment i have lived. in it, we are trying to be intellectuals. we are, for the most part, serious, thinkers, and critics. perhaps the most important thought to fill me, so far, is that answers are no answer. i plan to live my questions and indeed to continue asking them. maybe, 'one day, without even noticing it, i will live into my answers.'

my friends, i love you, god bless, and i love you
timm

"we want you to be for us, like the shade of the tree"