My Work Is A Game, A Very

Originality Is Merely An Illusion.

I Am Myself: A Light. In Me You Find Your Fate. So Be Not Blind To The Truth Shining From My Glow.

It Has Always Irked Me As Improper That There Are Still So Many People For Whom The Sky Is No More Than A Mass Of Random Points Of Light. I Do Not See Why We Should Recognize A House, A Tree, Or A Flower Here Below And Not, For Example, The Red Arcturus Up There In The Heavens As It Hangs From Its Constellation Bootes, Like A Basket Hanging From A Balloon.

Wonder Is The Salt Of The Earth.

Only Those Who Attempt The Absurd Will Achieve The Impossible. I Think It's In My Basement... Let Me Go Upstairs And Check.