SELF, 2007. USA.
FATHER, 1995. COLOMBIA.
FATHER, 2012. COLOMBIA. RIP.
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<p>"It's impossible to distinguish the triumphant from the tragic" <br />
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Song by TEENAGE PANZERKORPS- Metal Seeds<br />
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At one point or another everything is going to go black
// Nothing lasts; yet nothing is lost<br />
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To live dangerously until the end <br />
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My father was a crop duster for almost 30 years, he must have had 4-5 accidents in his lifetime, maybe more. I was around for a bad spill that almost took him out in 95’ if it wasn’t for a couple of farmers that dragged him out from a pool of gasoline and chemicals that would have drowned him as he laid unconscious strapped to his chair, hanging upside down in the wreckage. That was the worst one, until the end in 2012.<br />
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Flying is inherently risky, that’s why the first words I uttered after learning of his death the morning of october 14th 2012, were;
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"flying is a death wish."<br />
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To live on the edge of now; <br />
an old Zen quote I picked up comes to mind—<br />
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‘The point between heaven and earth where this action suspends the array of stray misfit tangents that hold the mind astray and unfocused, lost and dull. This is the point where loose ends are forgotten and the eye narrows on the task at hand’</p></summary>