this always happens.

sunday night. monday morning. around 1am, i get really creative.

i now think that it is not about death, but more about the fragility of life. all of the talk of walking on the edge, walking on water, let me fall is really about fragility, the pending plumit. it is that fear that keeps us in line.

so, given the 50th time i have reviewed the matrial from my latest inspiration, i now see it differently:
-cultivating a life where your walking is progressive, lifting you to newer places.

you never know what you have until it is out of reach.

who are the ones that bring things to life?

soul food.