And then slept in hospitals from Rome to Cairo?
Why so have I; and lost my tonsils, too;
And drunk the waters of the absolute.
But is it this we meet for, of an evening, Is it this--
--Conrad Aiken
“Preludes to Memnon”
Transition, transformation; to move through, above, outward and beyond. When every part of the life you lead, however fantastic, is merely the prologue to the greater journey. When existence, evolution, and enlightenment echo in ever-increasing ripples on the surface of a pool whose visible extent is defined only by their presence.
'Preludes' houses an accumulation of my writing; some of it finished, some of it in pieces, all of it in progress. I hope you find something you enjoy; I welcome constructive critique and unique conversation. Beyond, via the links above, find the writing, site and contact information. I also encourage you to visit the parent domain, Halflit.net, which is a community for writers and houses others of substantial talent.