“You’re like George Clooney in Up in the Air.”  “Forget the Dos Equis Guy.  You are the real Most Interesting Man in the World.” “Mark, it’s Mom.  We miss you.  Come home soon, please.”

These are just some of the things I hear regularly because of the life I’ve made for myself.  Just a few years ago, I was a typically broke college student, dreaming about hopping on a plane.  Where to?  Anywhere, really.  I didn’t care.  I knew there had to be a way to beat the system.  Card cou. . .

“You’re like George Clooney in Up in the Air.”  “Forget the Dos Equis Guy.  You are the real Most Interesting Man in the World.” “Mark, it’s Mom.  We miss you.  Come home soon, please.”

These are just some of the things I hear regularly because of the life I’ve made for myself.  Just a few years ago, I was a typically broke college student, dreaming about hopping on a plane.  Where to?  Anywhere, really.  I didn’t care.  I knew there had to be a way to beat the system.  Card cou. . .

REBIRTH. END CYCLE - 5638 A.D.

I looked around only to realize I had no eyes through which to look. I could “see,” but it wasn’t with any sense of sight. Waves of light didn’t travel through an ocular globe, eventually hitting cones and cylinders on the surface of a retina to be converted to images by my brain. Instead, the information was getting fed directly to me. Unfiltered, untreated, uncontrolled. I saw blue.

It was as such for all my senses. I. . .