I had a dream that I lived on an island. And one day I awoke from a deep sleep, I walked out and boarded a raft… a raft made of words… used to communicate, examine, consider, anticipate, relate and meditate. I soon realized that this is how I compliment the world, as a reader and a writer of words. And in my contemplation I enter new realms of being; new ways of thinking afforded by this raft of words. This new way of lucidity enhances my personal mythology for as reader and writer I embrace what is subjectively true for me as others must render for themselves. In this raft, my quest is to know the self and my place in the grand design of things. This is the brave new world I enter upon.