Greetings and salutations!

Quote of the Week:
The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom. –Isaac Asimov (1920-1992)

Now in the new apartment in Numazu...finally able to start settling down...should have a cell phone soon. New pics are up...

Perhaps a fictional dream...perhaps not...

I am struck by a beautiful melody played by translucent angels in ethereal symphony. They play for me as if only I can hear the sweet, intoxicating sounds of their melody. Shining orbital stars glow in harmony and the skies dance as my feet have done in my dreams. I am healed and reborn as the music of heaven fills me and I feel an exuberance that I know is beyond compare. I am lifted past plains of human understanding to a place where only enchanted music and dancing lights play and my mind is no longer oppressed. I believe I have begun to live, even as I have died to reach this place.

I spin and my fingertips part the clouds. They gather around me, angelic wings cover me like a blanket and I breathe in sweet saffron, drunk and overpowered by the scent of eternity. I sleep only to experience what my dreams are like in this place, so much more, so much higher than my dreams before, and I can make them my waking world if I choose. The dreams are endless as is my desire to experience them and I am certain I will never leave this place. I will never die again, for I was lost, and now I am found. I live anew in rivers of time and forests of sensory delight.

The music I heard so dimly on rare occasions before now pulses around me, vibrating in the very blades of grass, an incredible orchestration broken only by the calming, omnipotent whisper of the king's voice on the breeze. I smile as I drown in words of comfort and mystery and I know all that is to be known outside of dreaming. A deep sea of forgetfulness has covered the abyss of my past and its darkness. I have been rescued from disaster and distress, and now I have only to rest, only to bask in dreams that will never end, only to sing a song that will never grow old, only to shine as a light that will never burn out or fade away. This is what the running was for, this is why we suffered as we did, this is what the blood on the tree purchased, and now we are forever free, forever captured by truest love, forever to reign amongst the stars.

With Hope,
Joseph