Today, I seek to answer all my questions, to grow and learn, to be still and wait. It’s evidence and witness to whatever it is I am doing is found on the canvas in paint. I am merely a traveler wielding a sword of truth for whomever wants to pay attention. And maybe it is only a dream fashioned upon the rafters of time and assembled adventures stretched out before us in an everlasting cascade of triumph, unfolding and molding, pushing us to greater heights, bound by truth, yet made to manifest willfully an illusion beset by ego so to then sharpen against the will of God. Perfecting something. Unsure of what exactly but willing to find out. Maybe it speaks beyond the unknown into being itself, or maybe I deceive myself. So too then I find freedom in the process. That which is this. Here. Now.