Trekking The Highlands of Yore

Besides the Mirror of Life and Living what have we? What measure do we endure in order to project the image we desire upon the universe of our dreams. In fulling our ecstasy we never tread lightly.

As progress unfolds and door after door beckons and calls our name our eagerness know no bounds. In coming full circle are we not satiated? Where the end is never contemplated, the journey becomes a necessity. It's not about arriving but about how we get 'there'.

It really is amazing to me that the forgetfulness of lifetime after lifetime escapes the conscious mind. There is no free pass but why should that ever stop the steamrolling of an intent much misaligned. Is not the imagination of future events paramount to one's own history filtered and carefully selected for content in preparation.

There is no free lunch.