“I’ve… seen things you people wouldn’t believe… Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those… moments… will be lost in time, like tears… in…rain. Time… to die…” written—by Rutger Hauer…from the movie ‘Blade Runner’…based upon the book ‘Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep’ by Philip Kindred Dick…

We are ‘Dreamers’ of these high places and we are—‘Dwellers’ of sun dried deserts—fancy or choice—more and less and greater—eons ago—spears dulled and clubs without stone faces—found beside open doors kept to keep night creatures away. We—She and He unfurl the curved sail and wooden ships upon calm waters—leave shore side—tide high—keel free and ready to follow the spinning twirl—east-of-west and south-of-north.

Imagine…A World once existed where women-folk-could-walk-planet-wide in day/night safety and men did not know a word called ‘War’…Where love was love and force never existed…Wherever—Whatever—Was never called heaven or hell…A place where life belonged and life was good everyday…We create worlds—we maintain worlds and we do love our Children don’t we?—A Government of Death is never required…

Woman—warrior—Man—warrior…We will together—if required—die—protecting our children and our homes…Man Warrior—know—as you dine in candle-light with Woman Warrior—She is Equal—She is Everything…If the Gods created 1st Man—must have needed a test-subject—before these same Gods created—‘Perfection’…donchathink? Isn’t it interesting—in this ‘paternal society’ of a ‘WTF’—‘Good old Boy’ world—that without Woman Warrior—‘We’—could not physically appear? Hey Boy—‘who is your Mama?’ And again—and again— and—With her gentle touch—She spins these spits of dancing DNA—touch and born—this day—across these Spinners…

Entity Religion—is in constant enmity with one another? Satirizes self-contented morality and suggests that—in the end—all religious groups are going to engage in violent and selfish acts— regardless of their professed moral teachings. Just another Government and ‘governing whimsy’ is corrupt—nasty and destructive. Religions’—immaculate contortions—‘American Style’—twist in-out of ‘the Separation of Church and State’ producing a ‘Governmental Right to Legislate Morality?’ Wrong! Oh—Hell—Yeah—for only Lovers-have-Lovers’-sacred-right-to-Love. Love is being…Morality is a selfish word!

Dancing circles of…Maybe life or love’s memory or the almost real—of a now-to-then and back again—Spirit-speak and upon canvas—lines and circles dance and dash as songs play and laughter reaches to diners’ corner and open doors call to inside secrets of ink motions and canvas wet with colors and the scent of orange and green and brown and yellow and perfume inside a night of air and dare and wear and fare or the future of moments again without the layers of walls climbed and discarded…Loving the love of—gathering together strength—of one or two or many more than them or us or we—be strength of Love—no rules to follow—no moral folly or selfish—rules …when ‘world words’ are the songs of death—control—fiction—suffering and the lies against Spirit—Speak and Life. Women Love…Men Love…Love is Perfection—is Touch—is Peace—is Spirit—Song and…No rules or explanations or ever-speak required.

Creative Spirits—dance above violence and selfish acts and moral teachings and government and religion and hate. All good things always end faster—than we wish them to end—And! —Sometimes the fall is woefully too short. Search the find and the now—knowing ones shall guide spirits many—through time trips and time slips—beyond—below and through—the side-to-the-side…Difference is good and coffee—splashed cognac and love often braces against colder nights…Tis sweet—this love—this touch—this hug—this kiss—this warmth—this mist—this night—not missed…

And! Beautiful you are…

‘Blade Runner Love Theme’…by Vangelis (Evangelos Odysseas Papathanassiou)