Poke around in my journal (only if you're over 18 -- adult content). You'll figure it out fast enough. Or this post will give you a pretty good encapsulated idea.
Practical notes: you're welcome to friend me, and a hello note is nice but not necessary. You're also welcome to link to any open post without specific permission, although it's interesting to know if you do. I pull links so fast from so many places that I've given up on tracking individual sources as a matter of course, but if it at all bothers you that I've found a link through you and not credited you, please let me know and I'll keep that in mind for the future. Aside from communities and feeds, I especially find a lot of links through rm, shadesong, and ajollypyruvate, blackbyrd2, ethan_greer, heron61, marnanel, joedecker, as well as from my brother jajy1979.
Most of my icons are open for sharing; if they are fandom-based, you can assume you have as much right to them with proper credit as I do, and borrow at will.
The problem, often not discovered until late in life, is that when you look for things in life like love, meaning, motivation, it implies they are sitting behind a tree or under a rock. The most successful people in life recognize, that in life they create their own love, they manufacture their own meaning, they generate their own motivation. For me, I am driven by two main philosophies, know more today about the world than I knew yesterday. And lessen the suffering of others. You'd be surprised how far that gets you. -- Neil deGrasse Tyson
Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars — mere globs of gas atoms. Nothing is 'mere'. I too can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more? The vastness of the heavens stretches my imagination— stuck on this carousel my little eye can catch one-million-year-old light. A vast pattern— of which I am a part... What is the pattern or the meaning or the why? It does not do harm to the mystery to know a little more about it. For far more marvelous is the truth than any artists of the past imagined it. Why do the poets of the present not speak of it? What men are poets who can speak of Jupiter if he were a man, but if he is an immense spinning sphere of methane and ammonia must be silent. -- Richard Feynman
Without shame the man I like knows and avows the deliciousness of his sex, Without shame the woman I like knows and avows hers. -- Walt Whitman
I participate in the "first post" emergency system.