​I write to feel magic.  To be in touch with that inner divinity that I know lies within.  To get mad at the Universe.  To scold humans for being selfish and short-sighted, to yearn for fantasy and live within it, to weep internally, to release my rage, to let go of my past and armor my future, to create excellence and adventure, to find a friend, to sharpen my voice as I sharpen my saw, to harmonize with the world and create beauty, to give people hope while reminding them that we must never forget, to speak in many languages, to inspire, to take a freaking chill pill, to create art: visual, intellectual, and sonic, to transport myself abroad over and over, to reminisce, and to fall in love.  

​I worry for no reason, like it’ll give me control over my destiny…stop worrying.  Allow life to seep into your pores with no strings attached; you deserve great things.  So what if you can’t see the solution now?  It will reveal itself; imagine bright.  Forgive yourself if you fall or if you fail; you will rise.  Stop fighting with your words and with your mind and forgive…them for installing their fear and yourself for accepting it.  Now or later, now or never, it will be ok.  Stop grading yourself on checklists; it’s all improv.  Stop counting the minutes to the sunrise; it’s now.  And stop delaying the minutes to your dreamtime; it’s now as well.  Stop waiting, stop hurting, stop worrying.  Whatever the outcome, you will maneuver it to where you want it to be.  Just keep trying.  

“I am your father, your son & your brother.  I am an emissary of the Spirits.  You must listen to me.  If you do as I say, your life will be happy.  But you must do as I say.”
 
“But father, what if what you tell me contradicts what you said earlier?” 
 
“Shut up!  You must do as I say.”
 
“But father, you say we are a family, but when incidents happen that go unaddressed, it serves to drive us further and further apart.” 
 
“Shut up!  You must do as I say!”
 
“But father, I…”
 
“Shut up!  You curse the Spirits with your questions.  You are not the anointed, but me!  You only serve to discredit me with your annoying fucking questions!  Are you a spy?  Are you here to topple my foundation?  How dare you seek guidance from Wiser ones!  How dare you consult a dictionary to decipher my contradictions!  Damn you, Bogart!  Damn you, flee!”
 
The next day Babylon fell from an alien attack.
 
Father screamed in the darkness, “Bogart, fool!  Why didn’t you tell me???!!!”