We enter a conversation that has no beginning and no end. Discipline, devotion, symmetry. We make shapes that break away and change the course of history, surprising us all.

I like to tune my heart to the sun, moon and stars. Our ambitions are reaching there anyway with our towering buildings and feats of imagination.

When the last building has come tumbling down, our listening will echo through time, as well the voice from the same source, and the credits will roll on like a never-ending story.

I will remember the things I saw in your eyes that kept me turning the pages.

Sometimes it’s like this:

Stripped down, bare bones. Handfuls of dirt, clinging to the earth.

Bold propositions. Expectant, waiting.

I know the news is coming.

Negotiating fiercely with the unknown, I cannot permit death to take me this way. Instead, I open the animal of doubt inside this crunchy rib cage so I can smell my own blood and feel the pulse of my heart beat that connects me to all living things.