6:26 AM… I’m listening to the birds as I sit quietly in my chair pondering the days unfolding. How strange it is that we’re all here on this chunk of rock chasing a fireball through black space…

Hypnotizing the masses (popular sales pitch): Each and every person has a little Henri Cartier-Bresson inside of them just waiting to be born. If you attend my workshop, I will say the right magic words that will transform all of your photographs into works of fine art. At my workshop, every participant gets a gold star, every Jack gets his Jill, and chickens fly about ready-roasted. Everything I do is for others, never for myself (payment button below). And, always remember: the only truth is that which you create in your own mind…

5:00 AM… Contemplating the highs and lows of yesterday’s passing, while charting my course through the days yet to be lived… And yes, I’m savoring that first fresh cup of morning coffee.

6:18 AM: There is a strange notion that is widely whispered in our cultural halls today that tells people that, deep within each and every person, is a wonderful artist, a champion sports hero, or some other great and masterful quality that is just waiting to be awakened. All that is required for this awakening – so it is said – is a change in consciousness, and – wallah! There is one small problem with this zeitgeist, however – it’s not true…

The truth is, the universe hands out qualities and deformities in a disproportionate fashion, where some get many talents, while others are doomed to the life of clodhopper. It is this inequality, this injustice that sets the poet to his pen, the musician to his song, and the warrior to his gun…

5:25 AM… As far as I can tell, the universe is radically indifferent towards the wants, needs, and concerns of man. Therefore, it is we who must take action. It is you and I who must build a new day from the rubble of yesterday’s shortcomings; who must inject purpose and meaning into the random atomic chaos that swirls through the naked cold streets, who must find a few fellow cosmic travelers – and hold each other tight…

6:29 AM… The Sun is my friend. Yesterday while walking down State St. I had to pause for a moment to worship the Sun. I looked up, raised my hands up to the light in praise, and thought to myself; “this makes total sense!. At least I can see and feel the Sun.” It is now official… I am a follower of the Sun.

Faith has nothing to do with believing in things that are “yet unseen.” Faith, is the militant rejection of things that are seen. Faith is the natural evolutionary adaptation of religion in response to the pressures of science. In order to survive, religion had to create a magic cloaking device…

5:18 AM. All is quiet now in this sleepy little village. But soon the pavement will crackle with life, leaving behind any trace of what was this still and quiet morning…

2:58 AM… There is a glory within nature that only reveals itself to those who are willing to stand naked before the stillness of the day’s dawning breath.

6:29 AM… Sunday – Yesterday, the Sun payed notice to our little world and kindly reached down to gently caress the city. Animated carbon creatures arose from the pavement, like morel mushrooms springing to life on the forest floor after a spring rain. Good morning!