My mom's house feels like the inside of a TV Commercial, right now. Outside, my bicycle is the thief, a Fantastic Mr. Fox in a republican hen house and like the song says there really is "No reason to get excited" because "In reality there is no experience of death. Properly speaking, nothing has been expierenced but what has been lived and made coinscious." So to the old pie-in-the-sky patriarchs I implore we need our circuitous journeys, as the power of the world always works in circles, because we all need something arduous and humbling and joyful to realize our true awareness; by which we arrive at the ground at our feet and learn to be at home.

So eat the fruit of the book bound forest and be at one with the dust of the earth because those who talk do not know and those who know do not talk because we favor the simple expression of the complex thought, we are for the large shape because it has the impact of the unequivocal.