I have walked many roads, danced on the edge of insanity more than once and I have loved so deeply and fully that the world around did not exist.

It has been said that I have taken some deeper than they knew they could go.

I can laugh while looking in the mirror and cry at a sad movie.

My passion is my god (as I view him) people animals and nature. Rain reminds me that I am still a little boy and the neighbors still gawk even thought they have seen me walk in it for years.

Music is a tool that I can use to take me into the abyss and then bring me out later.

Love, elusive.. and always just at the tip of my fingers. I know the emotional, friend, and and types of love and have been lucky enough to connect in a much deeper way, with my soul/spirit. I know why the poets have for years tried to describe it but failed. Words are not available in the human language.

In my searchings I have many questions, and I asked a friend - a college philosophy professor why we had no great philosophers and he replied that all the great questions have already been asked. I asked him then why he was in the study of philosophy and bothering teaching it, for by his definition it was a dead issue. Easy course to teach he replied.. Never a word about the missing answers...

Man has forgotten how to think and to feel. Distraction is the rule today, 24/7 not feeling or thinking or communicating.. And without that where is love? Too many people are marrying what I would consider a good friend only because they have not explored inner space and when their worlds crumble because one of them accidentally grew a bit, they say they will never love again.

I shake my head and walk off saddened that they have not loved yet..