Once again sitting in front of a roaring kiln while the moonshine
makes the earth and all there is, slumber.
I have had this seat for 31 years and it has never failed to set my
sails full across the waters of The Great Mysterious. No human, save four, can know what great
cosmic shifts are occurring in this cube of fire, earth, wind and water but the
end justifies my state of being. In no
other way have I found my hand turned to such meaning of vocation as holding a
cup of beauty and not knowing a thing of its complete transformation from
inanimate to animate. That is the Realm of The Devine.
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