I woke up one day, confused, tired and worried. Most of all confused and in a rage. I felt dead, though I knew I was merely asleep, though that is worse.

I saw everything moving just like the tide--steady, calculated, and with no real effect. Everything could have easily taken place in a corner of the universe 57 million miles away. Everything just was--revolving, evolving, revolting, but going nowhere. A tumbleweed.

My greatest fear and confusion was whether the nothingness was for real. And if I had to evenutally join the party of created meaning that dwells behind many inspired people's words today. Was it all up to me? Would I have to walk that 57 million miles to see a difference. Was there a difference?

I believe it a law of the universe that something needs to get something else to get that first something into motion. Is that right?

So it goes with the world, not just physically, but in the non-physical, or the metaphysical, or even the spiritual, that of the soul, of the invisible life.

What I learned was nothing short of a revelation--a silent one, one that still is unheard often today. I simply saw a crack in that black sky and I knew all of 'this' was not alone--it couldn't be. I saw the sun break through the clouds, and every micro-millimeter of that endlessness that I saw before me was now accounted for, cared about, loved and prized, and, get this--created. It didn't have to be there. And I was part of that--that void now a place of eternal intrigue. It was the first time in my entire life I was not alone, and I was alive.

Politics, in my opinion, often largely betrays man. It is not about the state coming down on the people, or the rich having too much, or the secrets that the government has hid from us, or the rights we do not have. It is about us, all of us, not knowing who we are, where we are and what we are. The most basic blocks of knowledge and consciousness needed to simply go on 'living'. Politics is not evil, in itself. But it is not the answer because it hasn't recognized the answer, much less the need for an answer that it hasn't even yet pondered. True politics would not rebel against the most fundamental things of reality. It would kiss them and hold them like a newborn baby because it has finally its place in the cosmos--it can see because it now has a light.

That kind of politics will probably never come, and I doubt very much it will arrive in the vesture of "politics". We would murder that thing right in the womb if it ever even thought of breathing.

Perhaps art, perhaps a relationship with the most beautiful woman you've ever seen, perhaps "religion" (though I fear using that term as well), perhaps a leaf blowing from a tree, perhaps waking up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water.

I don't know.

Me? It happened in a bar on a Friday night in Baltimore, Maryland before I was even old enough to drink. It just happened. I don't know if I asked for it, but I was looking, and I didn't even really know how much at the time. Everything went quiet, in all the madness, and I heard a whisper as I looked up that said: "there are always quiet times...", and I knew immediately the depths of those enigmatic words. It continues today. I was from that point forward haunted by the immensity of our situation here, in 'life'. The ghost of nothingness had surfaced and forced me to respond. It was a thrist like no other, and none more important: that of truth...

But whatever it is, however it arrives, it will come from outside of us, to which we will naturally object, until we see, once and for all, that this outside 'thing' which is suspicious is closer to us than anything we could have created from the 'inside'. Indeed, without this outside thing, we would never even truly know the capabilities of an inside. It is a bit of a natural triumph that we have even discoved this inside, no matter how misguided and blind...