November 6, 2000: Recognition leads to acceptance

I always get a charge out of peering back in time—to visit the several moods of so many people in one. Like raindrops flowing from the soul—each word is a theatrical visit. The actors are many; the voices come out as one. So often I’m characterized as me being me when in fact if you look closer, there’re a lot of me inside of me. Baskets full of questions, a fist full of answers—each will change, inside every split second.