The Mind that’s writing this stuff says “hello”. The Mind- “I write about truths, everyday truths- truths perceived as wisdom, or as nonsensical fiction. It’s only human logic to overlook them in the ordinary and the mundane. Or strangle them when too obvious. I am told I write messy; half stringing words, till some more string in. To believe that you understand my writings, is an assumption I make. So too I have been told. But is there ever a method to scribbling? I connect dots I am not con...

The Mind that’s writing this stuff says “hello”. The Mind- “I write about truths, everyday truths- truths perceived as wisdom, or as nonsensical fiction. It’s only human logic to overlook them in the ordinary and the mundane. Or strangle them when too obvious. I am told I write messy; half stringing words, till some more string in. To believe that you understand my writings, is an assumption I make. So too I have been told. But is there ever a method to scribbling? I connect dots I am not con...

Purpose bruises pure expression. To meld the two, is to twist heart and wisdom into thinking shapes or emoting intent. Till they amalgamate, seamlessly. Did you hear the realists rejoice? For this is art with a reason.Hi there! ‘Is that Art?’ is a perennial debate between pragmatists and dreamers. For the one half, art that serves is conferred the highest order. The other half simply walks away. For how can one argue about a state of being?

Purpose bruises pure expression. To meld the two, is to twist heart and wisdom into thinking shapes or emoting intent. Till they amalgamate, seamlessly. Did you hear the realists rejoice? For this is art with a reason.Hi there! ‘Is that Art?’ is a perennial debate between pragmatists and dreamers. For the one half, art that serves is conferred the highest order. The other half simply walks away. For how can one argue about a state of being?