Downstream flows as it always has, as it must That river, the Great Nile of our collective consciousness. Down to the sea it goes without malice, pride or lust where it is welcome and met with a smile in the breast of our Mother's kindness. In its mad, tumultous rush against riparian rocks it crashes and in spritely skyward gush it dazzles, splinters and splashes into a million tiny droplets all fresh and shivering, full of glee these youthful would-be eaglets who become what I call me. So it is with us men that in the warmth of sunlight we ever briefly and joyfully bask 'till the time comes again to conclude our merry flight and thus fulfill our precious task. To carry a loving kiss from Helios, our bright father whose faithful stallion Skinfax in securing his path is never amiss and daily convoys him hither as nightly he from us hijacks. Merry and felicitous are we who warmth and kisses bring back to our Mother Earth's loving breast. Blessed, that tired and weary on her snuggling bosom we can bivouac and under her aegis quiesce, finally rest. [05/06/03]