This is it. Day Zero. The bleeding edge of humanity, ragged and unwritten. A frontier across time and space that you have traveled across to this very moment. Breathe it in. Let the air in your lungs propel you to your next fight. It might be your last. It’s probably not your first. Because to make it here you’ve probably suffered through a thing or two. Be proud of your own survival.
Your survival is not a mistake. It has not been wrought from the sands of time on accident. Your luck, decisions and gumption have got you here. Don’t forget the lessons you have learned for you willl need them all very soon. Dwell on the shared wisdom of the myriad expiriences echoed through your DNA and make the next move. Then keep moving across this spinning world as boldly as luck will let you. You wont ever get to stand still very long. Not if you want to make it to tomorrow.
Our lives are not a trifling matter. They are as glorious and important as we declare them. Carve your space out of the void by being a legend, by writing your story into something that you can take pride in. There has never been a better time than now to sieze that bit of glory offered to you by the Maker. Battle, create, love, murder, craft, build, inspire, destroy, collect, dream or proliferate. Seize this subtle glimmer that is your life and turn it into something worth remembering. Use your short time here to change the world around you into something better, more beautiful, more perfect than before. And die trying. Like any survivor worth their salt.
Your legend does not have to come from something grand at all. Your legacy might be a hundred years of sysaphysian toil. It might be the life of a king. Your legend might be one of a hopeless knave, desperate and white knuckled. The point at the end is a life defined by your personal perspective. Wherever you came from has given you a unique set of tools that are your providence alone. You might eect buildings of concrete and metal. You might write three perfect words after decades of study. It matters not what your tools are, Human, only how you use them. Become a master of these tools or you will waste your time writing a human story already told--a copy of a copy of a copy.
We all have a line to offer the play. We all have a purpose to extract from the ether of time. With luck you will survive, day after day, and find this purpose. Bleed for it. Hurt yourself discovering the boundries of yourself. Heal and dive back into the fight fearless and unencumbered by doubt. This is the only way to know you have given this life everything you were given.
Follow along. Stay in touch. Recipes for disaster is a movement built to bring together humans of all walks and outlooks. Survivors of all creedos and passions. 10-12 for some food and conversation between humans searching to develop their greater, giving, human selves. Development through meals, ideas, recipes, builds, growth in the soil and growth in our very souls.
This is it. The start of something delicious and healthful and satisfying and human: Recipes for Disaster. A glimmer of hope against the backdrop of the apocalypse. 10-2. Time to Survive together.
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