The stream of consciousness runs until the river dries up and like all
things dust returns to dust and is picked up by the wind, whether of
weather terrestrial or cosmic. We are all children of the dust and
each particle, bit of information and thought within me is as old as
when the megaverse was born in that original pulse that set this all
in motion. Everything written on this blog comes out of this one
tortured mind, a mind tortured by all the terrible beauty and wonder
that surrounds him. Those who would travel down the same tortuous path
are welcome. Leave the straight and narrow for those in a hurry. Many
would ask who I am. I claim no particular fame or particular wisdom. I
am a searcher and this is a diary of my search. I am also a visual
artist, a musician, a writer, a poet, a philosopher, a composer and I
have been doing all for a very long time. I am long in years but young
in mind. I was born in Alaska under the sign of Aquarius mid-twentieth
century and live north of Boston, Massachusetts. I always appreciate
pictures of beautiful women and beautiful art, both of which make life
the wonderful terrible existence it is, but many of those who know me
think that music is my true religion. But the music I hear is a far
vaster collection of sounds than you might imagine, for I hear music
in everything. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons
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