Why Vitality Is the Key to a Beautiful Life

What’s poppin people? It’s Dante.
Welcome to the Centennial Arboretum, where I spend eight hours of my day in paradise.

Why Beauty Matters

Today I was thinking about beauty—what it means to maximize it, and how that connects to vitality.

“Maximizing vitality is an expression of your beauty.”

Think about it. If the body is a manifestation of God, then you are divine creation.
You’re not random. You’re not small. You are the apex of creation—conscious, aware, expressive.

We can think
We can write
We can create
We can speak
We can express

Among all the animals, we’re the supreme ones.
We have the capacity to shape the world.

The Artist’s Role

As an artist, I’m here to maximize beauty.

Not just in the way I look.
But also in the way I see.
The way I observe the world with my eyes.

I want:

To see beautiful things throughout the day
To feel the sunlight fueling my cells
To witness blooming flowers and wiggling leaves
To hear the birds and the sound of the wind

“Life is beautiful. But the modern world tries to flatten everything out.”

The Trend Toward the Ugly

Modern architecture is a symptom of a bigger issue: mediocrity.

Big gray buildings
Fluorescent lights
Boxed in
Spiritless

They’re not inspiring. They’re not beautiful.

Compare that to:

Fairmount Waterworks
Philadelphia Museum of Art
The old libraries

These places feed your soul.
The modern office just boxes you in—physically, mentally, spiritually.

“Working in a box, boxing yourself in for the day… that’s a problem for the artist.”

Solution: Live & Work in Beauty

My answer?
Work in the park.

Walk freely
Think deeply
Wonder physically
Surround yourself with beauty

Because beauty isn’t a luxury. It’s essential.

“To create, to read, to write, to surround myself in beauty—this is the priority.”

The Body Is a Temple 🏛️

The physical body = cathedral of God.

How to keep it beautiful:

Fast
Undergo autophagy
Sleep deeply
Walk upright
Lift heavy
Eat satiating, nourishing food (meat)
Avoid toxins—physical and mental

Because ugliness doesn’t start in the body. It starts in the mind.

“With a poisoned body comes a poisoned mind. With a poisoned mind comes a poisoned spirit.”

A poisoned spirit loses its love for life.

Strip It All Down

Let’s get minimal:

Shelter
Food
Clothing

Remove the noise:

Money chasing
Lust
Fake success
Material distractions

Then comes freedom. Then comes clarity.

Create Your Own Paradise

“Ignore modern success. Stop distracting yourself. Create your own paradise.”

Then you become:

Full of vitality
Mentally clear
Beautiful in body, thought, and spirit

Because through vitality, you awaken to beauty.

Beauty vs. Productivity

Modern design prioritizes productivity over beauty.

Glass boxes = cheap labor = efficiency
And the people in them? Also seen as replaceable.

“That’s the scary part. We’re living in this life of mediocrity without even questioning why.”

These artificial spaces:

Drain your vitality
Flatten your spirit
Cage your imagination

I won’t participate in that system.
I choose beauty. I choose vitality. I choose freedom.

Final Thought: You Are the Cathedral

“Your body is the ultimate cathedral. The ultimate manifestation of God.”

So by prioritizing your vitality:

You become radiant
You become powerful
You become free

Let everything else fall into place.

That’s the thought of the day.

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Don’t Go Into Battle Without Your Shield

Don’t Go Into Battle Without Your Shield

Yesterday, I did a very, very, very intense agility training. You go from slamming a medicine ball to doing ninja tuck jumps, box jumps, squats with dumbbells, bear crawls, lunges and jumps, intense rowing, sprinting, biking, lunges where you jump and pivot from foot to foot, fast feet drills—all on repeat. I’ve done classes like this before, but I don’t know what happened—this one just hit different. When I got home, I did what I usually do: eat and prepare for sleep. However, I skipped the most important step.

Recovery Is Our Shield

Typically, every single night since training in this boxing gym the past few months, I’ve taken a hot Epsom salt bath. This was the first night I neglected it. I have no idea why—I was just exhausted and laid down and fell asleep super early.

Moral of the story: I woke up in the middle of the night with intense lower back pain. Now, in the morning, I still feel alive because I got good sleep and have a solid circadian rhythm—but the lower back pain is pretty freaking intense. Basically, my body freaked out because I pushed hard and didn’t give it the rest it needed to fully reset.

Learn from Pain

Pain is a pretty good learning tool. This morning was a loud slap in the face from Athena: don’t go into battle without your shield. Recovery is absolutely crucial.

Especially with what I’m doing now—boxing, yoga, agility, and mobility training—this isn’t some typical bro-lifting or basic workout stuff anymore. I feel like I’m transcending to a new level, and my body is telling me it’s time to evolve. Honestly, this kind of training is way more intense than basic weightlifting and requires way more attention to recovery and resetting the body.

Just one day, one skipped step—and I’m feeling it the next day. This is a 100% indicator of how essential recovery is to my regimen. So I’m writing this out as a reminder for myself that I was a fucking idiot for not taking that hot bath, lol. Because honestly, that one simple thing—that one tiny detail—can be the difference between a 24–48 hour setback or being full of vitality for those same 24–48 hours.

We Pursue Vitality for the Sake of Art

And when you think about it… this kind of fatigue, especially in the lower back, affects everything—including my street photography. So, I’ll most likely just lay by the pool the next few days and maybe take a break from the gym this week.

But ultimately, we cultivate vitality for the sake of our photography. Don’t skip a step when you know it’s going to affect your ability to create the next day. If you’re like me, trying to level up and evolve in your training, make sure to listen to your body and recover properly.

Because we do it for the sake of art.

Treat Philadelphia Like Athens

Just pretend like we’re living in ancient times or even just the 1800s. There was no social media back then. You didn’t know what was going on in other city states let alone the entire world. Just focus on yourself, your everyday life, and recognize that everything else is just noise.

June 3, 2025 – Philadelphia

It is honor that nourishes the arts; it is glory that kindles men to intellectual effort. All pursuits lose luster when they fall from general favor.

From Saint Augustine – City of God

The full quote you found:

“It is honor that nourishes the arts; it is glory that kindles men to intellectual effort. All pursuits lose luster when they fall from general favor.”

—comes from Book V of The City of God, where Augustine analyzes the motivations behind human striving—particularly in pagan Rome—and contrasts them with Christian virtue.

“It is honor that nourishes the arts”

This means that recognition and social esteem are what keep the arts alive and flourishing. Artists, poets, and thinkers are often driven to create not just out of inner passion, but also because they’re valued and celebrated by society. Without honor, their work can wither in obscurity.

“It is glory that kindles men to intellectual effort”

Here, Augustine is saying that the pursuit of glory—being remembered, praised, and admired—is what sparks people to engage in intellectual work. In the Roman world especially, immortal fame was a huge motivator. Men studied philosophy, rhetoric, history, and science often with the hope of making a name for themselves.

“All pursuits lose luster when they fall from general favor”

This closing line is a bit more cynical. It means that once society stops valuing something—be it poetry, painting, philosophy, or any intellectual pursuit—those things fade in importance. Their brilliance is not intrinsic, but dependent on public interest. Without the support of the crowd, even great efforts seem dull.

What Augustine is really doing here:

He’s not praising this mindset—he’s critiquing it.

Augustine is showing how fleeting and fragile worldly motivations are. Honor, glory, and public approval might drive culture, but they are unstable and ultimately hollow if not rooted in the eternal. He’s contrasting human striving for praise with the Christian ideal: striving for truth, humility, and the glory of God—even if no one else sees or applauds it.

In short:

Augustine is saying that while honor and glory do drive artistic and intellectual greatness, these motives are fragile because they rely on external approval, not on eternal truth. If society stops caring, even great things lose their value—which is why true meaning must be grounded in God, not fame

Horace on Validation

A direct quote from Horace about validation and the futility of seeking external praise can be found in his Epistles, particularly Epistle I.1. Here’s one of the most well-known lines, in Latin and English:

“Quid enim? Concurritur: horae

momento cita mors venit aut victoria laeta.”

“What then? They rush into the fray: in a moment, swift death may come—or a joyful victory.”

But more relevant to your question about validation and praise, this is the most pointed quote:

“Nil admirari prope res est una, Numici,

solaque quae possit facere et servare beatum.”

“To admire nothing—that is, Numicius, almost the one and only thing that can make and keep a man happy.”

This is from Epistles I.6. The idea here is that freedom from needing to admire—or be admired—is the key to peace. In modern terms: validation is a trap.

Or this one from Epistles I.1 again:

“Laudatur ab his, culpatur ab illis.”

“Praised by these, blamed by those.”

Here, Horace mocks the inconsistency of public opinion. The wise person, he implies, should not build their self-worth on the shifting sands of others’ praise or blame.

Street Photography Breakdown: Part 12 – Joy, Intuition & Capturing Human Connection

Street Photography Breakdown: Part 12 🌍

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What’s poppin, people? It’s Dante.
Today we’re doing another street photography breakdown — part 12 — where I look at five different photographs from different parts of the world and break down the compositions and philosophy behind how I approach street photography.

Let’s get right into it.

📍Example 1: Mother and Daughter in Mumbai

“Photography has nothing to do with photography.”
It has everything to do with how you engage with humanity on the front lines of life.

When you’re out there on the streets, how you present yourself and engage with life will reflect in your photos. I approach every day with joy, openness, and childlike curiosity, and I think that energy comes through in the images.

I was walking down a railroad when I saw a beautiful moment — a mother and daughter combing hair. I asked for permission, got low, and photographed them intuitively.

Compositionally:

Foreground: The girl’s joyous smile and flowing hair.
Background: Her mother with arms raised, combing her own hair.
Details: Gritty rubble backdrop, two wheels perfectly framing the mother’s head, evoking motion and contrast.

“Not always photographing in those bustling choke points… but on the edge of danger and chaos, exploring the unknown.”

📍Example 2: Father and Son in Baltimore

Baltimore is where I studied in university, so I walked these streets often. Families hang on the stoop. As I approached a man with his son, I engaged openly, chatted, and photographed the moment candidly.

Key elements:

Man’s gesture: Cigarette to his mouth, face half in shadow.
Light and shadow: Adds drama, emphasizes the moment.
Background: Boy playing with a yo-yo, also half-shadowed.
Visual interest: Deep shadows on stairs and railing.

“Light and shadow play is something I’m always drawn to.”

📍Example 3: Watermelon in Napoli 🍉

I wasn’t out looking for photos. I was just living my life, vacationing with my brother. We swam, spoke Italian with locals, and shared watermelon with a man who had stored it all morning in the Mediterranean Sea to keep it cool. Natural refrigeration.

“Detach yourself from the outcome. This photo was delivered to me.”

Visual breakdown:

Foreground: Man holding watermelon (right third of frame).
Counterpoint: Friend holding watermelon (left third).
Background: Swimmer in the sea as the anchor.
Color: Vibrant reds spiral your eye through the photo.

I worked back to front, setting the anchor first and letting intuition guide the rest.

📍Example 4: Watermelon in East Jerusalem

I was walking through a heavily militarized checkpoint — metal detectors, X-ray machines, barbed wire. Honestly, it was intimidating. But I remained playful.

“I don’t take myself so seriously. I’m just a big kid with a camera.”

I met a group of guys playing around with watermelon.

I asked, “Can I make a photo of your watermelon?” They smiled, joked, and we connected. And then — boom — decisive moment… the man tosses a watermelon onto his head, beaming.

Composition:

Foreground: Man with watermelon on head (1/3 of frame).
Background: Truck, worker, leading lines, shadows.
Lighting: My own shadow, light on the man’s face, crushed shadows behind.

“This photo is all the spirit of play.”
“It came through joy, banter, and lightheartedness.”

📍Example 5: Soccer in Jericho ⚽

Jericho was quiet. Empty. But then I found a pocket of youth playing soccer — a rooster ran by, and I just felt something.

I split the frame with a pole. I was very intentional about setting the background first, again working back to front.

Elements at play:

Light and shadow dividing the frame.
Foreground: Boy kicking a soccer ball.
Midground: Silhouette of another child in shadow.
Background: 3 kids standing tall, facing the lens.
Clean separation: All 5 children spaced perfectly.

“This comes from micro-movements and knowing where to stand.”

Just being out there, noticing, chipping away at the scene… it all fell together.

Thanks again for joining me.
More breakdowns coming soon.

Peace,
Dante ✌️

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I Have X-Ray Vision Enabled

Shooting with high contrast black and white and using an LCD screen, for your photography is like holding up an x-ray to the world, looking beyond the veil

We’re Not Cows

We’re Not Cows

When I went to buy some raw milk, this guy commented about how I looked really good. I told him, “Just eat meat.”
He said he wanted to become a vegan. I was like—bro, you’re heading in the wrong direction. 😂

People who are curious always ask:
“Do you poop?”

I tell them,

“I have absolute perfect gut health. I found God through fasting.”

They ask if I take supplements. I’m like—
“Bro, just eat beef liver once a week.”

And then I started thinking…

What do cows do all day?

They just sit there…
Eat grass…
Chew chew chew…
Poop poop poop…

That’s the thing—
When you eat plants and all this fiber, it just makes you shit all day.
Then you’re hungrier. You want to consume more.
You become more like a cow—domesticated, passive, grazing.

But we’re not cows.
We are the apex predator.
We are the lions.

The lion doesn’t eat three meals a day.
He feasts. Then rests under the sun.

Nihil Admirari

Nihil admirari is a Latin phrase that means:

“To be surprised at nothing” or “Let nothing astonish you.”

🔍 Etymology:
• Nihil = nothing
• Admirari = to wonder at, be amazed, or admire

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💭 Philosophical meaning:

This phrase expresses a Stoic or skeptical attitude — a mindset of emotional steadiness, detachment, and resilience.

You’ll find it echoed in Stoicism, where the ideal sage remains unshaken by external events — whether fortune or misfortune, beauty or horror. It’s about training the soul not to be thrown off balance by surprises.

🗣️ Famous uses:
• Horace, the Roman poet, uses it in Epistles 1.6.1:
“Nil admirari prope res est una, Numici,
Solaque quae possit facere et servare beatum.”
(To be amazed at nothing, Numicius, is almost the only thing that can make and keep a man happy.)

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✅ Summary:

Nihil admirari = Keep your cool. Expect everything. Be surprised by nothing.
It’s the motto of those who strive for inner peace in a chaotic world.

June 2, 2025 – Philadelphia

Why I Photograph Every Day | Street Photography with the Ricoh GR III

What’s poppin, people?
It’s Dante walking around Philadelphia with the Ricoh GR III, photographing using high contrast black and white, small JPEG files. As always.

The Spirit of Play

Today I’m thinking about this idea of the simple joy—look at that—of pressing the shutter and what that provides for me in my everyday life.

When I’m photographing and I’m pressing the shutter throughout the day, there’s this exuberance for life that’s fueling me to do that. Like there’s this innate quality I’ve cultivated through simple gratitude for the day where, when I’m photographing, I’m merely embracing the spirit of play.

“I’m simply having fun and having so much joy flow through me that then has me press the shutter.”

Detachment and the Flow State

And I think ultimately, that joy—that feeling—hopefully is what reflects back in the photographs I make, despite what I’m photographing.

When you’re detached from the outcome of whatever you’re photographing and you’re simply embracing the process itself, you enter something deeper.

You click the shutter more.
You affirm your life through that clicking.
You just enjoy the walk.
The sounds, the sights, the smells.
Just looking at things.

Even if you’re in a mundane place or walking the same route every single day—like I come to Chinatown all the time—it’s not some novel experience for me.

But through photography, I actually believe it’s possible to experience novelty in the way light casts upon surfaces.

A Stream of Becoming

“People, places, and things will always be different. No two photographs that you make will ever be the same.”

When you’re on the street and photographing in these familiar places, you can actually enter this stream of becoming—that’s what I call it. You’re evolving with each click of the shutter.

And the way you photograph reflects that—through:

Speed
Spontaneity

When you’re actually shooting in a very streamlined way—using a small JPEG, photographing quickly, not thinking too much about the result—you enter this process of making imperfect photos.

And those imperfections, those little nuances, the small details you wouldn’t otherwise notice, they reveal themselves in the images you make.

“Those mistakes are what allow a novel photograph to be born.”

And it’s through letting go…

Render to Caesar what is Caesar’s

Become a dual citizen.

You can live in the world and respect its order, paying your taxes, while ultimately belonging to a higher spiritual kingdom.

The Renaissance Period

The Renaissance was a transformative period from the 14th to the 17th century that redefined art, science, politics, and education in Europe. This collection of essays explores various facets of the Renaissance, including the pivotal role of patronage in shaping artistic culture, the impact of the Protestant Reformation on religious thought, the achievements of the Northern Renaissance, and the groundbreaking advancements of the Scientific Revolution. Additionally, the essays highlight the evolution of Renaissance education, the Age of Exploration’s global implications, and Machiavelli’s insights on power and governance. Together, they illustrate how the Renaissance laid the foundation for modern Western thought and the interconnectedness of human creativity and inquiry.

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PURE RAUSCH

I Went Hectic

I Went Hectic

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I’m so disconnected.
In 2022, I went hectic.
Revelations in a dream—
Now the mundane ain’t what it seems.

Yeah, I got pride.
When I arrived in the village,
I slaughtered the goat and wore the hide.

Summon Dionysus just so I can laugh
Right in the face of chaos,
As Jesus fills fishes in my raft.

You might think that I’ve lost,
But I’ve only just begun.
That’s why every morning,
You’ll catch me walking towards the sun.

Why Philadelphia Is the Best

I remember when I came home from my trip to Hanoi, Vietnam in 2022. I started walking around the city, looking at all the beautiful architecture, and thought to myself: is this not the greatest city in the United States? I started thinking like I was an ancient Spartan or a Roman warrior, imagining the streets of Philadelphia as another Athens. It felt far more beautiful and empowering to walk the same familiar blocks, treating my city like paradise.

When I gaze up at City Hall’s grand structure—the columns, the ornamentation, the sculptures, and the sheer size of the largest municipal building in the country—I think, damn, this is amazing. You walk down Broad Street and there’s our own miniature Pantheon, like you’re walking through ancient Rome. Everything here is magnificent: the art, the architecture, the history. We have two rivers, an actual forest, 10,000 acres of parkland, and a beautifully laid-out grid system that makes street photography effortless.

This lifestyle is perfect for someone like me, someone who hates driving and just wants to be mobile. I’ve never owned a car in my life. I’ve probably driven only a handful of times. And I’ve never needed to. In the city, you walk everywhere—just like the ancients. Imagine the alternative: living in the suburbs, stuck in traffic, commuting, staring at brake lights. It’s enough to make you miserable.

Just yesterday, I sat at my desktop for hours working on the Ricoh GR guide. Indoors. Staring at a screen. It brought back memories of high school, being forced to sit still and do busywork. The only difference is, I actually care about this. But even so, it drained me. We aren’t made to sit. We have legs, spines, movement. I really believe humans are meant to move—every day, all year, for our entire lives.

Was it worth it? Yeah. I learned a lot. That was the point. I wanted to create something compact and downloadable—20 MB, fits in your phone, filled with images, videos, and thoughts that might help someone else create.

A Student of the Game

I made the guide because I was talking to a local photographer whose friend had just gotten into street photography. He showed him my one-hour 20 minute Ricoh GR masterclass video. His friend—who had never taken a picture before—sent back an image that looked better than most beginner work I’ve ever seen. That got me excited. I wanted to make a proper companion PDF to that video.

I still believe video is the best way to share knowledge. Better than text. Better than static images. Audio, visuals—it just hits differently. That’s why I’ve started writing these morning essays. They’re just exercises. I speak them out loud with voice dictation on my iPhone. Speaking helps me learn. It helps me think.

This is the goal: to be a student forever. To learn always. That’s what happens when someone falls in love with street photography. At first, it’s the rush—the dopamine from making pictures. You get one good frame and you’re hooked. But after a while, when the results aren’t coming, the burnout creeps in. Still, burnout is mindset. And that’s where this all shifts.

Child’s Mind

Wake up each morning like it’s your birthday. A child doesn’t need to be forced onto the playground. They run there. But adults? We wake to alarms. We drag ourselves through rituals, traffic, work. We force ourselves to play. That’s not it.

As artists, our work should come voluntarily. Street photography shouldn’t feel like a burden. It should feel like play. The world is your playground. You’re a big kid with a camera. When you approach your craft like that—lighthearted and curious—you’ll find meaning, results, and joy.

How Black and White Helped Me Transcend

I shot color photography for seven years, traveling across the globe, documenting life as it is. But in 2022, I began to shoot high-contrast black and white. That changed everything.

I started to see the world differently. I focused on macro details—textures, botanicals, open landscapes, the sky and clouds. I returned to the essence of photography: light.

Photography means “drawing with light.”

With black and white, I push the contrast to the max. It becomes pure sketching. I abstract reality. I create something new. Each photo is no longer just what I saw—it’s what I didn’t see. Black and white opened up infinite novelty, even in the mundane.

That’s how I know I’m transcending as a photographer. I’m not just documenting the world—I’m reshaping it. I’m making my own world. Every day is beautiful again. Every image is a world unto itself.

Bound by Gravity

I’ve been working in horticulture in the park for the past year. It brings me joy. Why? Because I move. I bend, trim, plant, lift, climb. My whole body is active. My mind is focused. I’m alive. I’m in Eden.

When you move and connect with the soil, it’s like returning home. And this 27-acre park? That’s my canvas. My playground. My open-air studio.

In the morning, I walk and pray. I remind myself: I am bound by gravity. I cut. I bleed. I feel greed and lust. I am imperfect—and that’s what makes me divine. My mortality draws me closer to God. When I follow my conscience, walk the narrow path, and live with discipline, I become free.

Free like a bird. No fear. No worry. Just flight.

Anxiety Is a Disease

I don’t watch the news anymore. I don’t consume media—no YouTube, no TV, no endless scrolling. Why? Because anxiety is a disease, and media is the breeding ground. I only find out what’s happening in the world when I leave my apartment and overhear people talking. The other day, I got in the elevator and told a neighbor how I’d been working in the park. She looked at me and said, “Well, I’m glad you didn’t get shot.” I said, “What?” Apparently, there was some shooting nearby. And I thought—what a way to start the day. I was just going out to catch the sunrise.

I can’t imagine living in that kind of fear every day. It’s slavery of the mind. That’s why I stay unplugged. Even yesterday, after I finished working on my PDF, I was walking the trail and ran into another photographer. He was heading to the Pride festival—one of the most vibrant events in the city—and I had no clue it was even happening. I’ve been so immersed in my own world, I didn’t need any of that. No events, no destinations. I’m just floating now—free and light, unburdened. Disconnected. And it all started when I went hectic.

I Went Hectic

At the end of 2021, beginning of 2022, I began semen retention. When you stop releasing your seed, something shifts. The cloud lifts. You feel clarity, drive, purpose. I haven’t released in 3–4 years. I feel like Goku going Super Saiyan. I have energy all day, and my mind is razor sharp.

Recently, I went to dinner with a few guys. They were obsessed with the waitress—craving her attention, whispering comments, hoping she’d talk to them. I sat there thinking, This is the last thing we need right now. It reminded me of Tyler Durden in the bathtub with a cigarette. When you stop needing that kind of validation—when you stop chasing sexual gratification—you realize how shallow it all is. A fraction of a second of dopamine. I get the same rush from making a photograph.

It’s hard to stop lusting entirely—let’s be real—but just imagine: every time you release, you’re draining your battery to 0%. All that stored potential energy inside you now lies wasted. And once you retain it long enough, you start to sense who doesn’t. It’s subtle, but it’s there. You feel their energy—restless, uncontained, lost.

The Love of Beauty Itself

Last year I read Plato’s Symposium. They talked about different genders—male, female, and the combination of both. That alone shows you: identity discourse has always existed. Gay, bi, trans—none of this is new. It’s been around since ancient times. Let people live.

But what struck me most was their discussion of love—specifically the ladder of love. It starts with Eros: physical desire, lust, wanting something from another person. But it climbs toward Agape: divine love. The love of another’s soul. Then the love of all beauty. Until finally, you reach the love of beauty itself.

I think of the villages in Zambia. The well and the church were the center of life. They gave both physical and spiritual nourishment. But building a well isn’t easy. You dig and dig until you tap into the source. Once you hit it, the water flows endlessly. That’s what divine love is like—overflowing.

And like the altar where Jesus was crucified, it reminds you of sacrifice. The villagers sacrifice too—hauling bricks, building homes, raising children, cooking meals. Everyone gives. And because they’re tapped into that eternal source, they receive. To connect to God is to live in sacrifice. To strive. To overflow.

But maybe we can never fully reach Agape. God is Agape. We are not. Still, by following the narrow path, we strive toward it—like children. Falling. Rising. Learning. Loving, not because we want anything, but because beauty itself deserves love.

Nobody Cares About You

One of the most freeing realizations you can have is this: nobody cares about you. And that’s a good thing.

It sounds harsh, but it liberates you from the need for approval. You stop seeking validation. You focus on strength—on health, on discipline, on your connection with God. The opinions of others fall away.

Sure, it’s natural to want affection. We’re social creatures. But when you realize that, in the end, most people are too wrapped up in themselves to really care—you can finally live. You can finally create. Maybe this is just America. Maybe it’s Philly. But here, it’s every man for himself. That’s why it helps to remember: nobody cares. And that means you’re free.

Zest for Life

When I wake up after deep sleep, hydrated, feeling strong, and I see the first light of sunrise—I leap into the day. I let the sun hit my eyes. I walk back to that cliff over the river and I feel the infinite potential of this open world. The world calls to me. It hums with life.

There’s so much to do, so much to see, so much to explore. And all of it is worth photographing. The abundance of the world pours through me like the waterfall I gaze toward every morning. That thought—that feeling—is what fuels my love for life.

The Smile Is a Deep Sense of Knowing

For the past few months, I’ve been practicing Ashtanga yoga. It’s rigorous. Upside-down lotus poses, backbends into planks—it pushes your body beyond what you think is possible. But at the end of the practice, you lie down in Shavasana. Just flat on your back, like a starfish. Total stillness. Complete release.

And in that moment, something happens. Energy travels through your spine. Your body resets. You feel whole again. It’s more powerful than any workout.

Every time I lie there, I smile. Not because I’m thinking of anything. Not because someone told me to. It just happens. It’s like God is hugging you. It’s not belief. It’s knowing. And that smile is the knowing.

Not belief in a church, a priest, a book. A direct connection. A divine touch that reminds you—He’s real.

Striving for Agape Is the New Goal

What does Agape look like, and why does it matter? I think Agape looks like greeting your neighbors warmly, bringing love to the table wherever you go. One of my favorite things I’ve done this year is talking with bus drivers—guys who are open, grounded, present. Sometimes, when I’ve ridden with one for a while, I’ll give them a 4×6 print from my photography archive as a small gift.

Shoutout to D, the best bus driver from Turkey. He came by where I work and toured the greenhouse with me. Such a good dude. He feeds squirrels and told me that driving the bus is like a kind of meditation for him. We talked about how repeating the word “peace” in Arabic—Halim—rewires his brain through neural plasticity. That idea stuck with me. I started bringing it into my street photography. Saying peace—moving with peace—shooting with peace.

The City Is a Living Organism

If Philadelphia is a living being, then City Hall is its heart. The subways and streets are the veins and arteries, pumping blood through the body of the city. That’s why I have so much respect for the people who work public transportation—they are the pulse, keeping the city alive.

When I walk around, I don’t follow a plan. I don’t chase locations. I follow intuition. A left turn instead of a right. A new alley. A different block. These small shifts spark new neural pathways in the brain. That’s brain plasticity. That’s novelty.

And when you start seeing the city like that—alive, interconnected—everything becomes more meaningful. I genuinely believe my body gravitates toward beauty. Every morning, I end up by the river. Maybe that’s because I’m mostly water, and water calls to water. It’s gravity. It’s resonance.

The Present Is the Ultimate Gift

Don’t dwell in the past. Don’t obsess over the future. When I’m photographing—really seeing—I’m outside of time. The present moment becomes the only thing that exists.

That is the gift.
The trees giving you oxygen.
The birds calling to you.
The feeling of the ground beneath your feet.
The freedom to move.
To breathe.
To be.

Seeking Eudaimonia

Reading Aristotle’s Ethics taught me about eudaimonia—the highest form of flourishing. A good spirit. A divine guide within. It’s not just pleasure or happiness. It’s purpose. It’s virtue in action.

eu- (good) + daimon (spirit) → “having a good guiding spirit”

It’s the feeling of waking up knowing you are striving toward something worthy. You’re disciplining your body, sharpening your mind, nourishing your soul. Discipline itself comes from “disciple”—to be a student. So I stay a student. Always learning—through art, through books, through pain, through prayer.

You don’t reach eudaimonia by accident. You work for it. You train for it. You sacrifice for it. You align with the highest version of yourself. And through that, you touch paradise—right here on earth.

Waking Up with Enthusiasm

The ultimate goal is vitality. To wake up with enthusiasm. That word literally means “to be possessed by a god.” And that’s how I want to feel—like something divine is moving through me.

For three years, I’ve fasted every day. No food until sunset. And every day, I feel sharper, stronger, more connected. Fasting gives clarity. It empties the gut, clears the mind, and reveals God’s voice in the stillness. Your body is a temple. Why fill it with trash?

You don’t want to feed your temple with garbage—whether it’s in your mouth, your eyes, or your ears. I wait until the sun sets. Then I feast. On grass-fed beef. On the best cuts from cows that spent all day grazing. They chew all day so I don’t have to. I don’t need to eat like a squirrel. Let the cow do the chewing. I’ll just eat the cow.

Pure Felicity

Right now I’m reading The City of God by Saint Augustine. It’s surprisingly funny—especially his takes on the pagan gods. There’s a god for everything, even Felicity, the goddess of happiness. She was printed on Roman coins.

The Roman god of money? Pecunia, from pecus—meaning cattle. So maybe we’ve come full circle. In ancient Rome, wealth was cattle. Today, I buy beef in bulk from Amish farmers in Lancaster. A half cow. Hundreds of pounds in my freezer. That’s my vault. That’s my bank. That’s real wealth.

The dollar? It’s just paper. It used to be backed by gold, now it’s backed by nothing. People spend it on junk. Junk clothes. Junk food. Junk plastic made in factories to keep people busy. But beef? Salt? Water? That’s what matters.

You don’t need much. Just meat, salt, and water. Even salary comes from solarium—money Roman soldiers were paid to buy salt. Salt was survival. I saw it firsthand in Zambia. They used salt to preserve fish without electricity. And now that I box, stretch, and train every day—I take an Epsom salt bath every night. Salt heals.

Time is the real currency. That’s why we say spend time. Pay attention. Design a life that feels like play. Live like a child. If your life is leisure and not labor—if your days are filled with beauty and not burdens—you’ve won.

And when the money comes, buy beef.
And when you’ve got enough beef, buy Bitcoin.
Store it in a vault.
And go outside.

You went hectic.
And now, you’re free.