I'm taken out of my element...only to realize that the element is the "canvas of verso" that so readily understands the negative foundation of this race. We've set ourselves in our homes and plastered the walls with the Discovery Channel(tm) in hopes of learning what college forgot to teach, and flavors of ice-cream ranging from "butterscotch" to "data-entry specialists who ponder their existence with a slight pinch of a song relating to their husband's reverse entrance tainted with the fumes of ragged ol' Jack."

From reason to ration, to logics and passion; A man of but bitter years junior to his mother tells me I once was a monkey. The perpetual motion that sinks ships in the salts of the deepest sea has blinded the path of Babylon only for an instant and the world keeps turning. I leave my house and neglect the purpose of my relations to the man sur-named Bob. He once was a man who's temples were stung with strife and his thirst was meant to be quenched by the loveliest of vinegars soaked with a sponge. His name is Bob because I forgot why I knew Him as such. And why I knew Him as such is just the same as why the boy cried "WOLF!!!"

WOLF!, I cried. And hence the wolf came. He trotted a sweet trot, winked one eye shut and found me at my face...steadied like the willows and flowing like tumbleweed. Then, he said "Get thee to a nunnery...-" No, wait, he said "As a blade of grass you shall be. As the sun conquers the heavens with the nobility of a lion, the grass follows it so and is replenished with the strength of the light." I looked up to see Him smiling down at my unworthy cause, my undeserving wince of a man. Then He left, He flew.

Since then I haven't been able to stand on my own. I haven't the strength nor the courage to crutch my arm on the bannister of this twirling style. I haven't the right or purpose to take one step without I coorespond with the Spirit first. And yet, as I still haven't the faith to bind myself free of center...that is, my own center, there has been more than a life-time counting my attempts at self-willingness in the field of "I am my own person, the ruler of my day and the conquerer of my desires."