When I think of the arts and the great philosophers of life who have gone before me, I long for a time when those great minds and souls will return to the earth so we all can gather around my porch or wood stove, or in my back yard looking at the stars. Enlighting and building the vibration of another up, filling cup after cup with epiphanies, and ideals, theories, and thesis, hypothesis and test reports, this would be a dream world for me, to talk to Plato, or debate Socrates would completely bring me to my knees, rhapsodies with Shakespeare and dancing on every word of Michael Angelo as he explains why and how each brush tip is importantly designed for specific strokes, I would even like to hear from Paul Revere and Mark Twain, and many other folk, who’ve painted a literary walk-way for my minds eye to run, leap, and play. I would inform these great minds that it was they, who created my wrinkle in time. It was their stories and arguments that occupied my mind when I could have been on the suicide line. It is literacy and word mastery that has really allowed my mind to be kept stable through all my life tests from 3-43 yes I do believe in the power of words. I’m still alive and standing you see, word magic works for me.