mysheli: I can’t sleep tonight so I’m curled up in bed with my 8 pillows (yes,...

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mybelllle:

I can’t sleep tonight so I’m curled up in bed with my 8 pillows (yes, I really have that many) and an amazing book.

The things you’ve heard about Lost in Infinity? They’re all true…and so much more.

This book gives me a hunger to read again, to live my life as more than just another American zombie worker: work, eat, sleep, repeat. It’s not necessarily the content of the book but the language, the words, the verbiage. I feel as if my soul is starving, desperate for sustenance.

I need to read. I need to write. I need to play music. I need to travel.

I’m entirely too young to have already let my soul starve.

But for tonight, back to the book. I’m hungry for more, scrambling to devour every last delicious sentence.

I need to find beauty again.

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This may be one of the nicest reactions to “Lost in Infinity” I’ve read. I’ve regretted writing the book more times than not, both because of the problems it’s caused and the depth of my personal life it reveals. Reading this reaction, makes it all seem worth it. Thank you!

lovelifeandengineering:

Backorder? Noooo! I know it will be worth the wait. Once I get the nerve I am going to ask the (amazing) author if I can buy a signed copy and then donate this one to the Calgary Public Library.

I think it’s only on backorder because it isn’t stocked in Canada. It should ship quickly. If you would like a signed copy, let me know. I can get him to send you one out!

senddeadflowers:

You may not be able to tell but THIS is my super stoked face!!! I got my book!! I may not be around for awhile because I started reading it and now…I can’t put it down. I can already tell you it’s going to be awesome. You’d be crazy not to check it out…really.

sh3llbound:

Awww Yeah! Got my signed book from The Man.  Where’s yours?

Ok guys, show us where your copy is!

I can finally see

Always watching… contemplating… discovering… In this vast empty hole that is life, why do I strive to know the reason why? Before I can answer “why?” I must first uncover the motive… for a question without motive is lust without a target. In my mind’s eye, I spy the reason why. The reason for my search for absolution. However the explanation comes at the expense of sanity, my own… the meaning of life is right before me, in my mind’s eye… open it and I shall see. The meaning is the question. The question is the reason. The reason is the motive. The motive is the end. Opposite the end, there was a beginning, and in the beginning let there be light, the bright light that blinded the eye. Now, here in the vast darkness, I can finally see.