A life of courage, joy and independence.
My allegiance to the thoughts of another is of no real interest
For a borrowed world view fits and wears like another man’s jacket
Baggy or tight in places
With an unfamiliar fit, feel and odor
A strange sense of wearing someone else’s skin
Which speaks nothing of my true character or principals
I do not seek to communicate in a common tongue. But instead to voice the inner vision. To put true words to the sight my eyes alone can foster. The interpretation of this chemistry which is nowhere duplicate, yet everywhere present and fully capable. As my mind must speak, so too can any man or woman, better still children, according to the principals and dictates of an unconstrained conscience.