To you my friend... Well done.

Ah!

I read & then I close my eyes and savour the feel of the Call to that place within. Without which my eyes are rendered pointless. No taping stick needed; nor for that fact do i gather about my shoulders a jacket. For the craft you wield, pen poised over parchment pieces, gives warmth enough from any chill that late summer sunlight foretells. Autumn's Fall will soon make way to Winter's flakes, but continue to make this mind dance my friend.

Magnificent Brother! Simply Exquisite! Ancient indeed! A Scribe, come within our war-ravaged times to uplift & wreak such sweet havoc. Bravo!

Thank ye, both Dread and Mo, ( as well as all other viewers herein, )

Awoke last Sat. morn around 2, fumbled around a bit and put on the kettle. Ireland's night was both dark, very still and quiet outside. As always very, very beautiful. " . . . ah, the night. " And yet, I couldn't go back to bed, no. In mind was this constant wordplay; " In these most ancient of conditions " which resonated thusly, dancing around up there where the biscuits are so seldom done. ( Me brain matter dancing about like 'jello', no doubt. ) I just couldn't disconnect. And it bothered me. It was, ' Showtime '.

So, Dread and Mo, ( others reading this, ) I boiled the water and made my middle of the night 'cup o'java', sat at my writers desk, opened me laptop, lit up a cigaret, opened my, 'Quick-Note' software and began dancing keys. By about 4:30-ish this slender piece of workshop overplay finalized itself. Don't recall feeling particularly relieved however.

Anyway, after closing out everything, after having inhaled many, many, ' el-fumo ' and sipping much java over the course, I finally hit the sack. Upon my normal wake-up, comes Sat. morn, next, I transferred this piece over onto the (www) feeling that although it showed minimal depth and intent, it did have modecums of color. To some degree of course. " . . . And so it shall be done. "

Together now, in and through this slender course of our varied existence, I can only pray ( and I use 'pray' very, very loosely, ) we find some casual acceptance here. I thank ye for your caring and support. Mo, Honey, thank ye. Dread, let's sit down, however long distance, and tap out superlatives together. Share in our somewhat lengthy wisdoms. Thanks, as always, Dread.

I shall remain most respectfully yours, All,

Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland.

Introspection and calm are now mine to relish...Thank ye Irish!....

Leigh, introspection IS yours. You own in outright.

Thank you,

tommo

"Cogito ergo sum""......I think, therefore I am...

Descartes~

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