Would you be willing to stand in the Fire with me? Would you be, will you be, willing to face the Flames of Evolution as we burn the pages of the past? As we fan the Flames of Transformation to destroy the paradigms we’ve propagated-shred the shroud of illusion we’ve wrapped our tender, baby hearts inside of? Shrink-wrapped and secure and safe, so to speak-Only separated by a thin veneer of civility-one side a simple, quiet Life, the other a raging Cauldron of discontent and anguish. Truth is somewhere in between-balancing above on a tight rope no wider than the head of a pin, upon which we spin in Blissful Ignorance.

Meanwhile the world turns-Meanwhile in Madera-the ocean waves are noisy today as the promise of a storm grows closer. Under the same sky, in Gaza, the sound of bombs is ever closer-the land will forever be haunted by the screams of children and the anguished cries of death as the last gasp of humanity is breathed.