Dawn breaks with knowing for the first time in my life, the possibility of never- the small hope that I have wanes with each day, how long before that is even enough to sway gentle breeze to touch brow and lift down cast eye.   Shoulders tremble because the weight they bear that at one time seemed effortless now calls to see knee bent and palm to ground. Song in heart seems distant and wave breaks on a shore I'm bound to rest.   One day I hope to hear it call my name and bring me home once again. Until then, I set to its water my small light carrying heart as beacon so that she knows the way. I can do nothing more and hope that in time the ground on which I lay etches memory of my presence once carried and reads: "I was always here and...

You know, you'd figure people would have a general idea its not a good thing to get in the way of a man and his family. Men. Government. Gods.   You're never going to be safe, and defeat comes on silent, swift wings when you least expect it as patience being taught first order to a young hunter. Best advice I can give anybody...   A threat? No. A simple consequence. Lesser men die for far less than noble reasons. "There is no greater victory than to fall from this world a free man." -and a free man chooses his own causes. Honor is lost on those of no worth and very few things hold more dear to heart than the bonds of love and pride in that, challenging these cannot go without facing that consequence. Ever.   You simply are not in a world where you can expect weak...

Future historians will surely grow bored after recounting the last 50 years I'm sure. It will be pock marked with the regression our species decided to embark upon. Seek to change that. Teach your children of past artists, thinkers, and dreamers and inspire them through your own passions. Learn Latin today. Peruse Egyptian, Celtic, and Native American art, and lose your breath at the wonder and accomplishments of Greek, Roman and Italian architecture. Find solace in contempl ating other views by immersing yourself in Bedouin Folk music, Middle Eastern percussion, Jazz, Mongolian Throat Singing, Irish Flute and Joe Satriani. Remember that your future library can either be enjoyed by candlelight on a winter's eve, and your collections provoke closed eyes and spatial travel to far away times and places in the minds of little ones not yet able to see past the current state of our being, or, lost to...