Frenetic buzzing in the name of duty, diligence, responsibility. Masked pride. Afraid to pause, to observe, to face the reality of an existence larger than my deluded attempts to control it. Life is wild, untamed, beautiful. Meant to be received not managed, to be ridden...

Rhythm, a steady beat, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, at times even irregular. But always ordered. Maybe not to the casual onlooker. But to the one who listens, who looks beyond the elementary obvious, there it is. Unmistakable, undeniable, solid, strong, defining. Routine . . a...