Today I learned something of the magic within and without me.

Maybe I'm a shaman with anarchist tendencies, or vice versa. Maybe my delusions are the source of my zeal for life. What I am sure of, though, is that these distinctions are purely aesthetic and ultimately unnecessary. I will strive only towards the manifestation of my dreams and my promises and become a sprite of the world, sowing and harvesting magic wherever I find myself. I will anchor in this realm the consciousness of possibility, and gleefully shoot down crop-dusters of impossibility and limits.

I harbor an obligation to my Self, and therefore to the world around me:

LIBERATE