amidst the carnival there is a current of truth and light that flows in and through the people like an underground river. the swirling currents can only be seen and drank from by those whose walls have crumbled around them. those conjurers, without form, who sing and dance the night away in frightfully beautiful garb and cloak do not doubt the electro- chemical interaction occurring within their hearts and minds. in fact, they do not give more than a moments thought to it at all. to them it ... read more

I woke up early this morning. Too early. I drove to an unknown destination with poorly marked signs along the way while robot drivers with pre-planned routes jettisoned past me, scowling. The wind, soft and light, made the palm leaves bounce as if to say hello to this new comer. On an average day, perhaps a few years back this simple gesture would fill my senses and quell my ever-seeking mind for more than a moment. But not today, no today I was coming with a heavy heart, so early in the mor... read more