Throwing stones into the water. Making balls of river mud and watching them drip onto the grass. Chasing after the simple, innocent life we once had. Playing, floating, swimming naked just because we can. Flying. Plunging. Not asking why—but rather, why not. Building bonfires, sleeping under the open sky, slowing down. Be part of the earth. Feel the wind on your face. Come and go with the tide—with the Tide. Go to places where no one goes. Explore, see with your own eyes. Open your eyes wide. Stay, cultivate, put your mind to work. Look for great stories in small things. Follow the instruction manual for living on a small planet. Share true stories of real people, of primitives—like us. See beyond prejudice, hold onto all the memories of the world. Feel a voracious appetite for the world. Sin. Realize we’re wrong about the other side of the world. Be active and an activist and accept the absurd. Preserve. Live more within the same lifespan. Have no destination. Live slowly. Be born every day. Be a child. Make mistakes. Learn from chimpanzees. Not all journeys will be beautiful. Not all landscapes will be breathtaking. Not all moments will be memorable. Not all questions will be answered. Know someone or a place deeply—even if it’s our own Walden Pond. Kitato