Finally, a tank of fish dangles, piñata-like overhead, on the crane that we call possibility. The crane of change, where each of us hangs in the balance. Veiled finishes assert themselves bold only in their unwillingness to reveal anything, The tao that can be spoken is not the eternal tao. Gauntlet so thrown, we sketch more assiduously upon our blueprints, our desperation to create drives us forward. We keep moving. Severe tire damage possible. Don't back up. An especially b

Hay hombres que luchan un día y son buenos. Hay otros que luchan un año y son mejores. Hay quienes luchan muchos años, y son muy buenos. Pero hay los que luchan toda la vida, esos son los imprescindibles. Bertolt Brecht

Grace: gossamer blue and unintelligible, come back again and again, please. Visit me on my darkest day. Waft in, wax poetic, hypnotize me. A blow to the head would also do. Somehow, cross my threshold. Be with me in your ineffable madness, the madness of truth beyond reason, and pierce through my dross, my endless fantasies, the wit I use to fool myself. Break my chains of logic, my fuzziness, my affair with the God of Sleep. Morpheus and I are having issues. Without you, Lov