questions, questions, questions float in the ether before my tired eyes. along the path i stumble, crossing tangential streams of consciousness, threatened with transcendentalism. at each station i pause and mutter, "words, words, words." all at once and never again, my fingers dip into your existence, rippling your perception, disrupting the serenity of complacency. scattered to the four winds, i sow the seeds of thought,germinating dangerously, ever nourished by the collective will to live, thrive and survive.