Everything around us, this day to day existence, stops us from being who we really are.
Imagine two realities intertwined but at one time separate. Everything that’s possible happening simultaneously but happening in an illogical order.
It begins where it ends…in nothingness. A nightmare born from deepest fears, coming to me unguarded…whispering images unlocked from time and distance. A soul unbound – touched by others but never held. On a course charted by some unseen hand. The journey ahead promising no more than my past reflecting back upon me. Until at…
It began with an act of supreme violence– a big bang expanding ever outward, cosmos born of matter and gas, matter and gas ten billion years ago. Whose idea was this? Who had the audacity for such invention? And the reason? Were we part of that plan ten billion years ago? Are we born only…
“Let us go to the shore; there the waves will kiss our feet. With mysterious sadness the stars will shine down on us.” Aleksey Pleshcheyev (1825-1893)
‘To thine own self be true’ Polonius, Act 1 Scene 3, Hamlet