I sketched this one while floating around the Gulf of Mexico this week. As I sketched, I thought more about my "self" and how much has changed over the last two years. I also thought more about how hard I lean toward pacifism. How and when does its opposite show up in my self? Is my Mennonite heritage an excuse or real reason? When is it authentic, and when is it just born out of fear? Is it ever selfish?
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