Staring at the proverbial blank page again, waiting helplessly in a fixated, timeless and immortal spell of boyish wonder for the swirling, fleeting and ambiguous thoughts and feelings of the soul to supernaturally dance into appreciable consciousness... My irrepressible need to find love in this misguided, cowardly and truth anemic realm has again set me on a path of almost certain impassioned suffering and pandemic withdrawal. A closet chocked full of skeletons and a risk/reward potential of imminent death at best are little concern to me now. If I am to continue living peaceably with myself I have no choice but to cast forth my insurmountable desire for companionship into the deepest reaches and improbability of the universe once more. I emphatically reject the self-preserving isolationism and bureaucratic assimilation of modern humanity, and I proclaim a fearless pursuit of happiness and self-satisfaction, boundless creativity, and unwavering belief that every person has immeasurable value, potential, meaning, purpose, singularity and entitlement to the quest for contentment with another human being.

Every day is a fresh canvas... Cut, stretched, folded, constrained, sealed and primed. The Sun, Moon and the Earth's sibling planets have done the heavy lifting. The day and night have taken their turns. The different types of dreams and sleep have brought us closure and prepared us for the challenges ahead. The body has repaired and recreated itself. Indifference and fatigue have given way to curiosity and endurance. Hours of separation have brought healing to our temperament and relationships. The prayers and positive thoughts of others have been applied to our eternal ledger. With a star-studded cast of can't-miss preparatory characters behind us we begin our ascent to full awareness of the physical plane with a thumping, driving, steaming heart and a stretch to break on through to the other side. The possibilities are again limitless and the clock has returned with another chance at heroism. What will we do with this incredible opportunity to fulfill our hearts' desires?

The suffocating dishonesty, greed, malevolence, fear and cognitive dissonance of present human existence has incapacitated many of us to the extent that we can no longer stomach the pain of believing in or remembering life's inherent good. Waking up each day has become perpetual death to the senses for much of our species. Placing faith in anyone to uphold basic moral principles even momentarily can lead to heart-wrenching sorrow and dismay. Trudging through the global consortium of estranged, cold and punitive bullshit artists in the unwarranted hopes of ever finding something worthwhile is maddening. Praying for natural passage during sleep each night is no longer taboo but the sound deduction of a seemingly hopeless plight that is shared by far too many. Avoidance and substance abuse have become our de facto coping mechanisms while attempting desperately to insulate ourselves from the chaotic uncertainty of human interaction.

As the population explodes the appreciation of life is plummeting. Our access to information has increased exponentially and yet we ignore it without self-worth and belief that the vast majority are genuine or give a damn about us. The extreme invasiveness, exploitation, cynicism and defensiveness of today's society has turned the natural likelihood of any two people finding happiness together into a near impossibility. So many people are tearing the world apart in one big disillusioned, rebellious mass forfeiture of their childhood hopes and dreams. The only thing worse than having to look at themselves in the mirror each day as the ones who are letting it all get away, is having to look at us as the ones who haven't yet conceded our lives to be tax wright-offs to the devil. Any chain is only as strong as its weakest link and this world is knee deep in its own missing pieces and the warped shards of man's collective integrity, depth and promise. The only way to find enough room for happiness and peace of mind in this discombobulated world is to defiantly insist that everyone leave us the hell alone until we say otherwise. It is our right. We must break free to protect the sanctity of our love.