A flicker and a spark and I wonder where I am. Lazy, swinging boughs hang from their host to make shapes with shadows in my mind. Where have all the good people gone? I read about them and their adventures. I follow their words as they turn silly, simple things into objects of fascination and peculiar beauty. As if they see the world through different lenses in a more perfect shade.

It's probably not so clearly defined as it is in my mind - these different worlds. The world of achievement somewhere blurs into that of reckless fun which in turn blends into those few beautiful souls who defy definition and have chiseled their mission from joy and peace and experience. How are you satisfied in your way? Is it because in fact, you do not derive your satisfaction from the road you run? Here I go again, trying complicated questions for what I already know are simple answers. Simple somehow - and somehow so hard.

But I've stopped making sense, maybe I never started.

It's just another beginning.