kernjosh:

“What do you want out of life?“ I asked, and I used to ask that all the time of girls.
I don’t know,” she said. “Just wait on tables and try to get along.” She yawned. I put my hand over her mouth and told her not to yawn. I tried to tell her how excited I was about life and the things we could do together; saying that, and planning to leave Denver in two days. She turned away wearily. We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad.”

― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

birchshutter:

From Orthodox Christian Network’s Facebook page:

Snowball fighting monks…on Mt. Athos!

James writes: “After service and breakfast the elder monks returned to their rooms. It still was the start of the last day of the year. The young ones lingered in the snow. When one monk started the fight from the balcony, the whole court yard was suddenly on fire. Monks throwing snow balls at each other, at the pilgrims and at anything moving. They did it with great enthusiasm. Serious men in black suddenly became innocent children again. That is what a patch of snow can trigger in a man. Even in holy men. Some of the elder monks took pictures. There were cheers and laughter after each full hit.The monks on the square showed excellent throwing skills, despite the lack of exercise. It was the first snow since seven years, so I heard. The battle died down only because of the lack of ammunition on the first floor. All the snow had been used. Everybody went back to their rooms as if nothing had happened. It was quite an unique experience.”

k.