I remember reading Nietzche when i was 15 or 16 or something, Thus spoke Zarathustra. The words came to have such profound meaning to me as they unfolded before me and wove themselves into my being as it unfolded before me. To this day I have not finished that book, I have given out at least a dozen copies. for a long time i figured i would finish it when i was ready.

Now i see.

Since that time i have read many other philosophers, Socrates, Plato, Buddha (well, you know) Sun Tzu, Hesse. Alas i have not ever finished one of these books. It seems that as soon as i connect, I have a few pages before the words become jibberish and i have to put the book down and contemplate. Then, without fail the lessons come to fruit in my waking life and i can read on. But never past the ocean. The voyage over incalcualble depths.

I have let go.

This i am certain of, I see things that make my soul sing from the every gentle petal of my being. I have found the beauty in death and the pain in life and am comfortable mixing the two for the benefit of any ears that will listen. I have given my last crumbs to a hungry man knowing that the great winds have lifted me beyond my need to fulfil my hunger

Here i am.

I am reborn. I poses the gifts of a self existing white mirror born on the day out of time. I sing. To all that will hear me I sing. This is my path In my heart mind and soul the questions have all led me to this place. To the edge of the great dark wood that seperates man from the mountain peak. I have travelled back across the tightrope that conects man to the superman who sees from the mountain top.

I am mortal again.

Anyone care to hear a song?