I used to know this guy who was one of the most gifted writers i knew. He would write these songs that were so beautiful, so insightful as to who he was. His words were true poetry. One day we were sitting around his living room drinking coffee. He asked me if I wanted to see how he writes songs when he is uninspired, when the words wouldn't come. I said sure. He grab the news paper sitting on the table and reached for a Vogue magazine his girlfriend had left behind the night
you were created into your human existance as an art official intellence given an avitar and the ebility of self expression. While the process of self expressing is ever evolving, the expressing self is creation..... The Universe is defined by creation's free will of exploration.