The world is a strange and beautiful place. From any high tower a man can look out into a sea of lights that pepper the dying darkness and the hills full of eyes stare back out at him. People wonder, “is there more to life then this?”
Many die in darkness, alone without a soul to die with. The mind wanders back to the past where the same man hurtled across the blackest night in a metal bird over heaths of stone and empty space. A drink in hand, music playing, a thousand people swaying to songs that mean nothing to him because they don’t sing his story. His heart and mind are on other men, in another time, at another place. He would die with them but they are gone.
Lights sparkle in big cities, lights crackle in old homes, like an old cat darkness climbs down rickety stairs. The bustling activity in these honeycombs of homes clustered round him are too much to handle. Vast night and old memories are dying magic that no longer thrill him. He loses his purpose. There are lights that will never go out. There are stars that will never go out. There is a good hunger that will never be filled. There are men who will live forever.
In the saddest of nights he must find his stride and run a little faster and step a lot longer and find his footsteps again. He must run ahead of the man he used to be. In war one man enters an arena and its inevitable that another man leaves. His spirit must tunnel out and let light be the food he lives upon and not bad memories. Treasure isn’t found in the darkest hole but above if he searches for it.
There are lights that will never go out. There are stars that will never go out. There is a good hunger that will never be filled. There are men who will live forever. He must find them again…He is a fighter. He will be a fighter until the day he dies.
"Running to safety is no different than running towards danger in that both require making a choice. With one you might live and doing it may bring glory; with the other you'll surely live but you'll likely die everyday of shame"~Michael Kurcina.
About the Logo
A spotter is trained to look for things. In our Spotter Up logo, our Spotter is the omniscient strategist who looks at problems through a lens of opportunity. He sits atop his tower and holds command over the 360 degrees around him, as represented by the eight arrows, (six in view) in our black and white circular logo. From his line of sight, he can see around, above, below and beyond a problem. He isn’t stuck using the same movements, as a rook chess piece would do, because he breaks the rules when the rules plainly don’t make sense. He capably navigates himself around threats, and can go anywhere.
A Spotter is the known as the consummate Chessman. He identifies issues, gathers information on the threats, devises a plan, and executes it successfully. In heraldry, the skull represents victory of life over death, and our spotter tower is a fortress that is a testament to his ability. Sometimes success is achieved by looking inside rather than beyond, and it is gained by listening to what you ‘know’. He is the sentinel that watches over others, himself, and learns in order that he can point the way out of danger.
AUT INVENIUM VIAM AUT FACIUM-I will either find a way or I will make one.
Legend has it that the military commander Hannibal said this to his generals after they told him it was impossible to cross the Alps on elephants.
Athletic fit and soft fabric. If we are out of stock we will have more products coming in usually NO more than 2 weeks from the date you ordered (usually 7 to 10 days). Some items must be in season before they can be ordered such as hoodies (usually Winter time). All orders come with one free, cool Spotter Up Sticker.
Spotterup promotes the idea of the classical "whole" man found in ancient texts. For our modern day he is theGUNFIGHTER, WRITER, WILDMAN, MONK: Man of Action, Man of Intellect, Man of Emotion, Man of Spirit. This shirt is part of ourGUNFIGHTER series. Expect to see many more designs under this archetype.
Consider the Athenian ideal of a balanced education. From the book Greek Realities: Life and Thought in Ancient Greece, By Finley Hooper "They could play some flute but should not neglect wrestling." They avoided the excesses of life. They might focus on music or philosophy but spent enough time so that their bodies did not become soft."