There Were Seventy-five People In

What An Absurd Amount Of Energy I Have Been Wasting All My Life Trying To Find Out How Things 'really Are', When All The Time They Weren't.

There Were Seventy-five People In The Lobby And Only A Seven-year-old Girl Was Finding Out What It Felt Like To Sit On The Marble Floor

Most Words Evolved As A Description Of The Outside World, Hence Their Inadequacy To Describe What Is Going On Inside Me.

Next Time I Will ..." "from Now On I Will ..." - What Makes Me Think I Am Wiser Today Than I Will Be Tomorrow?

Fears, Indecision, And Frustration Feed On Words. Without Words They Usually Stop. . . . Words Are At Times Good For Looking Back, But They Are Confining When I Need To Act In The Present.