“ Limit not the will of man, for his will is what separates him from the animals of this earth. The need to explore, and to create are the two redeeming creations which our species can be credited. But alas our writings, our paintings and even our very minds are becoming stagnant and unfulfilling.

So what now do we do here to balance our imperfections? The cursed spats of bloody war that stain our history now have nothing to mask them, to give us the will to say that we are in essence good.

Look back, and inward, take in deep breath and allow the floating universal creative juices to drench your very soul! Create unheeded by the wishes of idiotic morons, whom contain so little that even puffs of molded air ignore them.

Allow your worn hands to form, and write of the angels that spite through your mind with laughing faces, allowing your own found image to spread as if itself has wings of white.

Limit not the will of man, for he within himself contains the ultimate truth.”