This is a recent pic of me, as I just got back from the range, and was cleaning dad's gun. He grabbed a camera and told me to smile. :P
Ignore the weapon. And yeah, I look like a scrub, haha.
This is a recent pic of me, as I just got back from the range, and was cleaning dad's gun. He grabbed a camera and told me to smile. :P
Ignore the weapon. And yeah, I look like a scrub, haha.
The end comes when we no longer talk with ourselves. It is the end of genuine thinking and the beginning of the final loneliness. The remarkable thing is that the cessation of the inner dialogue marks also the end of our concern with the world around us. It is as if we noted the world and think about it only when we have to report it to ourselves.
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