New Mysteries. New Day. Fresh Doughnuts.

Stories Hold Conflict And Contrast, Highs And Lows, Life And Death, And The Human Struggle And All Kinds Of Things.

A Poet Could Write Volumes About Diners, Because They're So Beautiful. They're Brightly Lit, With Chrome And Booths And Naugahyde And Great Waitresses. Now, It Might Not Be So Great In The Health Department, But I Think Diner Food Is Really Worth Experiencing Periodically.

My Childhood Was Elegant Homes, Tree Lined Streets, The Milkman, Building Backyard Forts, Droning Airplanes, Blue Skies, Picket Fences, Green Grass, Cherry Trees. Middle America As It’s Supposed To Be. But On The Cherry Tree There’s This Pitch Oozing Out – Some Black, Some Yellow – And Millions Of Red Ants Crawling All Over It. I Discovered That If One Looks A Little Closer At This Beautiful World, There Are Always Red Ants Underneath.

Life Is Filled With Abstractions, And The Only Way To Make Heads Or Tails Of It Is Going Through Intuition.

When We Transcend We Are Diving Into A Field Of Unbounded Creativity. This Is Real Creativity And When We Experience That And Grow In That, We Can More Easily Find Solutions To Problems. We Can Get Ideas For Whatever It Is We're Working On. And We Will Get Happier By Transcending Every Day And We Will Find That We're Happier Doing Almost Anything. We'll Get More Energy To Do Our Work.