Max is NOW!

An earlier entry, now published:

The world as I know it will never be the same. I’ve been in Portland for four days now and I am unsure if the gravity of my choice will ever fully manifest. To say that things are much different here would be a lie. It is not the change of a new city that a man seeks, it is a change in the man from leaving his home. The realization of his own will to power, his will to character, and if strong enough, his will to creation. The synthesis of who he was into who he will become. A test of his very fabric, being fruned from all his history. There is nothing that holds a man to his character in a new city, nothing but his own will of virtue. To remain in his home is to do right by circumstance, finding good actions in the comfort of what has been. To leave and still perform virtuously is to make all places your home and all people your family. Because, beyond that cusp of all the things we desire most, all the cravings of a starving soul, there in the heart of man is a seed of virtue.
So here now in a new city I pursue my own wandering self. Not just who I was, but who I am to become. Who I am to be to all people in all places. The core of my selves that I have been granted the will to create. And so I set out here in Portland, to test the fabric of my sails against new winds and strong currents. To see the me that only appears among a canvas of unknown places. And the greatest of trials is ahead of me. Not to battle selfishness or self-righteousness, but to look over my shoulder in the dark realization that my home, the place of my loves and my origins, my home is no longer within sight. That I must push forward now, carrying all that I am upon my shoulders.

Drink beer, smoke cigarettes, and laugh until my stomach hurts: these will be the best of days though. To be a real man, both floating with levity and anchored with awareness. To bleed dark red blood, thick and full of flavor.