earlier today, i went out for a little free running (a.k.a. parkour). i like free running cause it's one of the only sports nowadays that keeps it real. it's not a sport for sell outs. it's as legit as you get. there is no professional parkour league, and i hope there never will be. people who participate do it for one reason: they love it. i bet you that's how all sports started out. after time though, i guess the artists and the lovers get pushed out by the jocks and the fighters. it's a shame.

anyway, i was running along, and i came across a spider-web on the side-walk. the spider-web was maybe a foot off the ground. however, rather than hopping over it, i knocked the web down with my left foot and walked off as though nothing had happened. i had no reason to tear down its web. like i said, i easily could've hopped over it. then i imagined the time the poor bloke spent repairing the damage. guess i don't know much about spiders save to say it was certainly a lot of work for the sucker. moments like that remind me of that extension stuff mencius was always talking about.

i'm not a fighter. i'm a lover. but sometimes, i feel like i'm neither...feel like i'm somewhere in between. and sometimes, i feel like the artist in me can be demented and cruel. i wish i could bring out the beauty in everything. i wish i were one of them people who bring out the beauty in other people - the people who are always so encouraging to be with. i still got to iron out some of them kinks in my mean side though.