It Is Easy To Forget That In

Wherever We Go We Do Harm, Forgiving Ourselves As Wheels Do Cement For Wearing Each Other Out. We Set This House On Fire, Forgetting That We Live Within. (from "to A Meadowlark," For M.l. Smoker)

We Are All One. When We Allow Ourselves To Become Aware Of This Statement In Its Purest Form, We Open The Doors To Reveal The Oneness Of Being. Using The Process Of Conscious Evolution We Begin To Recognise Our True Underlying Identity, For Once We Have Glimpsed The Existence Of This Realm, We Then Begin To Reveal What It Is . . . . Our True Natural State.

Life Is An Honor, Albeit Anonymously Delivered.

That Is Simply The Most Beautiful Publishing Office In The World, With That Cranky Old Building In That Wonderful Park.

I Do Have Trouble With Titles.