Joy Is Not Made To

I Want To Believe I Am Looking Into The White Fire Of A Great Mystery.

Tell Me, What Is It You Plan To Do With Your One Wild And Precious Life?

It Is What I Was Born For - To Look, To Listen, To Lose Myself Inside This Soft World - To Instruct Myself Over And Over.

After A Cruel Childhood, One Must Reinvent Oneself. Then Reimagine The World.

Life Is Much The Same When It's Going Well-- Resonant And Unremarkable. But Who, Not Under Disaster's Seal, Can Understand What Life Is Like When It Begins To Crumble?