I am an artist.
Metal sculpture mostly - but, can do (and enjoy) a number artistic processes.
just love to create.
I teach metal sculpture and welding at a local art/design college.
I consider myself fortunate, because I walk or bike to work.
In Los Angeles.
Yes... I walk or bike to work *in Los Angeles*.
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And he said unto them,
within each of us lies the
power of consent to health
and to sickness, to riches
and to poverty, to freedom
and to slavery. It is we
who control these, and
not another."
A mill-man spoke and said,
"Easy words for you, Master,
for you are guided as we
are not, and need not toil
as we toil. A man has to
work for his living in
this world."
The Master answered and said,
"Once there lived a village
of creatures along the bottom
of a great crystal river.
The current of the river
swept silently over them
all - young and old, rich
and poor, good and evil,
the current going it's own
way, knowing only it's own
crystal self.
Each creature in it's own
manner clung tightly to the
twigs and rocks of the river
bottom, for clinging was their
way of life, and resisting
the current what each had
learned from birth.
But one of the creatures said at
last, *I am tired of clinging.
Though I cannot see it
with my eyes, I turst that
the current knows where it is
going. I shall let go, and
let it take me where it
will. Clinging, I shall die
of boredom.
The other creatures laughed and
said, *Fool! Let go, and that
current you worship will throw
you tumbled and smashed
across the rocks, and you
will die quicker that boredom!*
But the one heeded them
not, and taking a breath
did let go, and at once
was tumbled and smashed by
the current across the rocks.
Yet, in time, as the creature
refused to cling again, the
current lifted him free from
the bottom, and he was bruised
and hurt no more.
And the creatures downstream, to
whom he was a stranger,
cried, *See a miracle! A creature
like ourselves, yet he flies!
See the Messiah, come to save
us all!*
And the one carried in
the current said, *I am
no more Messiah than you.
The river deights to lift
us free, if only we dare
let go. Our true work is
this voyage, this adventure.*
But they cried the more,
*Savior!* all the while clining
to the rocks, and when they
looked again he was gone, and
they were left alone making
legends of a Saviour
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Illusions-Richard Bach
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