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I guess this is my first blog, how cliche, and even more cliche me noticing a cliche. I suppose I am doing this to remain in some kind of contact when I journey to the Irish Isle. So I have titled my blog Riding the Spiral after one of my favorite songs by Tool called Lateralus. Yeah I know they're "hard rock" but it is some of the most intelligently written music of our time. The basis of the song is that one should never try and recreate memories and experiences, but be in a perpetual state of learning and growth. This idea is one that I try and model my choices on and is what I intend to do abroad as well. So to be incredibly pretentious I am going to make an attempt at a profound statement that will hopefully be quoted some day. Never let the dust settle and never settle for anything but greatness.

Lateralus Lyrics
Black then white are all I see in my infancy red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me lets me see. As below, so above and beyond, I imagine drawn beyond the lines of reason. Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.
Black then white are all I see in my infancy.red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.lets me see there is so much moreand beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.As below, so above and beyond, I imaginedrawn outside the lines of reason.Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.
Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.Reaching out to embrace the random.Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.
I embrace my desire tofeel the rhythm, to feel connectedenough to step aside and weep like a widowto feel inspired, to fathom the power,to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,to swing on the spiralof our divinity and still be a human.
With my feet upon the ground I lose myselfbetween the sounds and open wide to suck it in,I feel it move across my skin.I'm reaching up and reaching out,I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
Spiral out. Keep going, going...