I don't laugh much when it comes to the seriousness of writing. I have been called by a much higher power to figure out the path. To help lead the wanderer toward the veins of a living tree. Do you think its easy to sit down with a writing instrument and be instructed as to what to share? These aren't my words. They belong to a universe of energy. I just happen to be the fool willing to place thought into what once served as ring after ring after ring within the hard shell and or core of a living tree.