The act of writing is a spiritual journey through one's own soul. For theirs is the superficial dazzling the senses with brilliant colour and contour. But writing touches deep beyond the masks we wear for the world and locates our fundamental motivators.
Writing speaks to that metaphysical zone destined to live after our bodies fail.
The world is a material playground often seducing flesh to dangerous distraction. Television screens can sweep the landscape like locusts devouring harvest grain. Electronic toys lead the young in a ballet of unbelievable violence. Some listen to the prophets of old and think the last days are upon us. Others turn away and judge it a trashy trend with a profitable end.