After Stein

On my exterior there is calm. On my interior there is chaos. In the mountains they say there is gold. In the desert they say there is nothing. In the desert they say there is nothing. In nothing all else is existing, in nothing all else dies. In nothing there is potential, in nothing there is exuberance, in nothing there is emptiness and the endless search for something. Some of you humans have souls; most of us wicked sell lies. All of my ignorance breeds discord while all of the hurt keeps hurting, all of the questions keep questioning. This makes being.

Mobius

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A human has passed on as they do every day, let us bow our heads in reverence and vow to live our own lives more fully. I do not speak for Winston's actions but can say that during his brief life he made mine more beautiful. To walk into my local coffee shop each morning and be greeted by his cheerful hello, chat with him regarding the ski conditions, talk about the local gossip while he made my regular quad red eye brought a smile to my face. If Winston was too busy to talk his chatty grey parrot always found the time to shoot out a derogatory greeting my way. Winston fostered life and community within this small mountain town. He lived passionately and shared that openly with those around him. The pain and suffering that the article described was something he more often than not bore alone, I rarely heard a negative word from his mouth unless it was muttering under his breath about the damn texas tourist -( which I dare say all coloradans do on regular occassions). Let us not pass judgement upon his actions. Rather let us celebrate what was his life, the beauty and kindness that he offered freely to those who knew him. Let us remember him through his art, his writing... Let us spread even a small piece of that magnificence to others around us in hopes that we may improve the society that he chose to turn away from.