The eyes always have intrigued me...are these very organic devices designed to create a reality that is a product of internal spiritual influence? Is looking out, truly looking in. The way my life has shaped almost to the T to those day dreams while sitting in a enviromemt where ones creativity was at stake of being suffocated by a regiment of repetitious memorization of information most of which has served me no purpose. I navigate this dimension on instinct. I trust in the design of the life I truly wanted and have blue printed through the stacking hours of day dreaming. The mind paints a picture that the eyes admire. Every morning the canvas clears. What will you paint today? Memory is a gallery we visit frequently we sometimes enter alone or take our friends to bare witness to the art we create. Trust the brush for you are. Love you guys.