Inaugural Post

This is the beginning of a literary project. Yet beginnings are misnomers. We can no longer say "in this age," or "at this time" without in some sense falsifying the truth revealing itself to us. Consciousness speaks. It's first word may have been "being" or something equally simple. What is clear is we are living in a time of great revelation and expansion.

Great love comes with a realization: love is an active energy of creation. Making our love known deepens our awareness. This project is therefore about appreciation and the speech of consciousness in all its infinite variety. So here there will appear stories, poems, reflections and musings of this exciting moment without end.

There is no formula for what is, nor is there a theory for it adequate to the reality. Always ahead, just around the next bend, going up the mountain, flowers suddenly appear at altitudes without limit. The smell is pure, the color dazzling.