As we are flock animals we are also loners. The sheep meets the wolf in the present. I swim against the tide. I always have. Involuntarily or by nature, I find the isolation of metaphysical reality to be extraordinary in the visualization of the human nature. Hope is important. Imagination even more so. To see beauty where others see garbage. To create a stir in the silent waters. A wave of questions to the known as we propel towards a better tomorrow. Traveling the world in a rock band since I was 25 I find the music connection to be outwards. Reaching our minds with words through amplifiers to be heard in a noise reduced reality where our hearts were left behind on the stage of the circus that is everywhere. In 2006 as I did a cleansing of my mind and body a new door sprang open within. I ventured as I always do into the unknown. To go where I had not been conscious of before. To subtract others from the equation of the labyrinth and seek to find the child as it had gone before me. I saw dark tunnels, wetlands, unimaginable monsters, eyes ever glowing as the track moved faster and faster. The cinematic colors and images on display as I rolled passed became friends and I now am unafraid of the shadows. They hold only less light and trolls turn to stone when the sun comes up. As I became a hermit and rapt in an ancient language the space of my room became obsolete. There is no lack of quarters in my house. I am the home repair network and now I am married to the architecture of visual demonstration of time. For where there are hordes there is a king and the beauty becomes a servant. Too many kings, too few servants.