I love writing, going on intellectual expeditions. I love having wild thoughts, building images in abstract reality. I love painting in ABCD etc., living in the created word world. However, my thoughts are top random for me to hold. Recipe of a genius! Yet, within the organised mess, too much in the mind to air, without order nor sequence, nor experience but will. In another language, it is grace.
Armed with patience, all I need, enough. But there is more. Just close to anniversary, there is a narrow path down to sieve and tame this wild passion. All in a voyage with the Almighty God.