Not every puzzle is intended to be solved. Some are in place to test your limits. Others are, in fact, not puzzles at all.

My brand of fantasy is completely devoid of the traditional notions of magic as ritual. Instead I see the fantastic as a meta-layer of existence beyond the real world.

Listen to the trees as they sway in the wind. Their leaves are telling secrets. Their bark sings songs of olden days as it grows around the trunks. And their roots give names to all things. Their language has been lost. But not the gestures.

Sunrise paints the sky with pinks and the sunset with peaches. Cool to warm. So is the progression from childhood to old age.

I am happy. I have something to accomplish, create, and achieve. I am happy.

I started to write. And I wrote and wrote all through high school.

Withhold a smile only when the smile can hurt someone. Otherwise, let it bloom forth in a riot.