Here I am, in this arcane tome, to be what and who I am. I inaudibly perch on this folding chair of mine with my imperfections and perfections weaving a shouting match inside my talking head, mind, and spirit. This is a cryptic and complex encapsulation of my true inner self and my mystery as one of the nameless zany minds in this world. I write this tome as a link chain made of "tokens of myself" burning holes in my pockets filled with thoughts and observations of our worlds. Each page, by design, is meant to provoke, rattle, connect and disconnect, and cause and effect a stir up of mental and emotional stimulations. Perhaps to agitate with an uproar or a serenity, to stand explosively, vulnerably, critically, even controversially but sensitively alone before you. Each page is a conversational piece for and within yourself or with friends to make you think contraries and curiosity marvels, which is how I often see the world. Amalgamating words for your cultivating and scrutinizing imagination, to merge, fuse and affix upon your naturally born perceptions, your experiences, your environments, your feelings, dislikes and adorations, your perfections and flaws, your struggles, trials and tribulations, and to accept the witnessing of the worst and the best of us, within that mysterious miracle of creation, humanity and human nature as it is and was designed to be. These are my wonderingly curious abstract thoughts in written librettos filled with living feelings that may expand the process of who we correctly are in the infinite sense of it all.
