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My ego (that is THE ego) is very large and has melded into the internet as a way to expand its almighty girth. it seeps into stickam, so look for the Croft there LIVE (croft sets appointments.) For your anytime-feel-good-fix on Croftination, see The Venerable Ego- Artistic on Youtube. The Super-Ego, in case you were wondering if there was one, exists in Croft's gut, and lives as far away from the computer screen as can be. She beg's Croft to walk through her beautiful city, to ponder ways how to fix the mars upon the fabric of human existence. Our being able to look beyond a one person in need, a way to tweak our recalcitrance towards to environment. She whispers intuitions and poetic enunciations through Croft's gut. The filter, often broken, gets skipped and you may see a funny croft, an offensive croft, a wrong croft, an embarrassed croft, a tactless croft, but always a True Croft, who isn't true at all. She may not be a polition, an activist, a great demigog, or role model, but she might change the world for the good. She is the poet: the quiet, gentle recorder of history, writer of words. She keeps track of our singular paralle truths, so that one day, generations from now (when they say "woah, your grandad drove GASOLINE Cars?", or better "One Hundred Years of Peace Declared!") or even if they fail in the same ways we have always failed, they will see us as lofty, beautiful, everhopeful beings, who did All They Could to Make it Thru. The Bards are Awake.

Wander with Me.