We share the same binoculars into the fractal's corner, even knowing that the imaginary lines that make that corner are but that; for the uncontainable stretches to infinity are only defined by the limits imposed upon its navigational expression.....

That finishedness of finite learning, when viewed from the context of expanding consciousness is discomforting, even excruciating. Words are the pastels and jarring black inks of dreaming the dream of what may manifest in the approaching front of thinking....and, indeed, i have heard music at the oddest occasions, when internalization has assaulted the vapor of evanescent being that settles about this aging structure that i inhabit......We share this yearning for walking, thus falling, into the vortices of the incomprehensible continuum.

The gardens at my home are the most beautiful in my memory. The scent of gardenias, velvety roses of white and pink and darkest blood-red waft in the cool, humid breeze....soon, the hummingbirds will arrive to nest in the trumpet vine that grows, like a mighty python, through the lattices of the garden decks.....then, tomorrow.....who knows what that will bring!

Cinema of Dreams by Hans Christian