Your head is a living forest full of song birds. - E.E. Cummings
He is beside us and within us, and everywhere in between. Our minds are wonder-working and full of words and images. A gallery of art and creation is included in the original hardware of our minds. We do not need any upgrades, other than to upgrade our focus and attention.
O! The loveliness of blank pages. The freedom of the imagination!
It is here, on these pages that the song can be sung. The scene can be seen. The beauty can be shown. It all comes alive within the chosen words, selected with care and thought. The makings of so many ideas and stories dwell quietly within these pages. Various scenes, words, descriptions, memories conjure even more ideas. Lines of poetry form out of a few words.
I record here the little that I know and the much that I wonder.
The world we know is tiny. A small planetary dot amidst the realm of galaxies so numerous we cannot keep track of them all. Yet, we are even smaller. A tiny dot on the face of God's good earth. While we may be small, we each have an important roll to fill. A place in the story is reserved for you.
Here, on these next pages, your story will ensue....
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