I Keep Calling It The

The Thing That Keeps You Scrambling Over The Rocks, Risking Snakes, And Swatting At The Flies Is The View. It Is Only Your Enjoyment Of And Commitment To What You See, Not To What You Rationally Understand, That Balances The Otherwise Absurd Investment Of Labor.

There Is Still Time - In The Lee, In The Quiet, In The Extraordinary Light.

Our Universe Is A Sea Of Energy - Free, Clean Energy. It Is All Out There Waiting For Us To Set Sail Upon It.

A Lake That Is Noisy Cannot Reflect Anything

. . .art Is A Discovery Of Harmony, A Vision Of Disparities Reconciled, Or Shape Beneath Confusion.