A single strike creates thunderous waves
Sometimes you must shatter a window to let some fresh air in
Journal Entry #8
“Maybe what existed years ago was for you a dream, an apparition..it was a play you walked out of at curtain close.
For me, this was my very real life. And I continue on as the fool actor monologuing behind a fallen curtain. The spotlight has long been out and the audience sits empty. I am the fool who now sings for the dust dancing in the gentle rustle of velvet curtain against wood stage. I am a fool unaware this was a dream. I am a fool unable to break character. I am a fool.”>