From where to there and when to why travelling aimlessly through a list of reflections without purpose, objective or destination is infancy. Casually celebrating youth without upset at its brevity resembles encumbrance to perspective void of valuation. Chasing the lions tail lacking upset or contemplation of what shall be done at its catching kindred to remorse without caution. To what destination have we fed navigation’s vector?

The fact that you find your ideals priceless is easy to ascertain however lack weight of conviction becoming hard sold to investors and inspectors. The specters of change for its own sake have lulled humanity to icy slumber adequately induced by promises made and conclusions lightly ventured. Why have you come to my Kitchen claiming that it wasn’t the enticing smell that brought you? Do you seek blessings or the humility to enjoy them? With what embrace shall I bless your coming if not but the admiration of its completion?

Fools are fools not due to audacious stipend but an addiction to their image upon lighted surface and Observer’s applause. A fool hath no delight in understanding, but that his heart may discover itself. Proverbs 18:2 Are we streperous that we fail to remember our own reflection when stepping from the podium in word’s offering? Shall boldness be my only ally absent his comrades of patience, discernment and quiet analysis? Why is it that I value the portrait so absent content, talent and the depiction of scenery without occurrence, episode without passion and personage lacking dominant proboscis or stature? With what have I fallen to stupor?

You ask for my nod, wink, shared smiling repose, but offer nothing but empty manuscript and invitation to welcome you absent any weight of measure or spice upon the salad. Shall I eat the air and comment on my fullness? What sack holds the wealth of your knowledge without scientific weight, mass or spatial displacement? What grand body politic or romance gives way to lesser thought or prowess? Why chase the alligator when he’s got no bone, skin or tooth with which to reward venture? The Jazzy beats of night’s train set foot tapping, rolodex spinning or memory banks clicking conjuring that dark, chocolate madness of velvet embrace. Why else ponder the cache of night or venture to lands with no riches? Abstract ideals must offer welcome distraction or attraction to flavor, taste and experience.

What to purpose does a man’s plight and journey call? What drawn horse pulls at the mind in such manner as to yank one’s conviction repeatedly into investment of all life’s treasures, pleasures and measures of mettle? What brews in the kettle so alluring that all will be surrendered, given, no even future base promised to see its fulfillment? How is DNA coded in such persuasive fashion as to steer men to leave their own planet or displace reality and truth to find where an unknown path leads them? What is this calling upon my soul that I must answer or be left eternally regretful of its siren upon my tenure? What song so sweet, what flesh so bright what night so dark that the fear of it is overtaken by the thought of quest unventured? How do we become that which we were meant to be except by opening the manual for instruction and completing the figurines sequential?

Did they know who you would be before your coming? Were your stripes painted, your danced rehearsed or your signature penned in the annals of future foretelling? What destination beckons from here to horizon’s measure or perhaps beyond the reckoning of survey’s hash? Where, why and for how long must you struggle, uphill, through which grand cavern and after which precipitous descent until you may comment through smoky jaw at journey’s completion? For what reason did you foot surpass threshold? For what bold and impossible purpose did the morning catch your interest? Where to frog man leaping into lands and ponds yet swum? From whence have you come to where must you be going and why now do you stand frozen, while dreaming of matching the two ends of travel and time in fusion?