Paula Andrea Pyle, MA

What I mean exactly is: how the chosen letters are strung together, comprise certain chemical constitutions of sorts, not unlike the various essential molecular elements which make up, let's say: a chair. A farfetched proposition, I realize, but not altogether, unlikely

You seek for clues in vain. No decree of settling the case in action until having walked the spiraling journey of what seems to be baffling unresolved conflict.

The current validated scientific facts which support our physical body's biological formation of protein and DNA does little to suggest how or why the incomparable RNA links the two worlds together, causing them to manifest in extraordinarily, self-vested, mind-boggling life-sustaining processes!

. Let's just pretend, that bound up in the galactic process of living, there exist a set of papers---cosmic contracts---, if you will, that establishes and maintains the far-reaching potential of human beings in their plight toward ascension

We have become sterile in our attempts to break through the facade of outward supported and praised meaningful purpose.

Confusing as our feelings may be, the truth is: they fattened enormously over the years due to uninvited, intrusive, mal-aligned invasions of others in our lives that inadvertently showered us with their ingrained notions, beliefs, and emotional biases.

‘Nothing' is at it appears to be. And, we have very little to say or do about whatever occurs.

Here's the deal: capricious spontaneity. Do you even know that that entails? Your body demands some sort of shocking mechanism to wake you up.

We are incestuously vested vain creatures. We are so intimately wrapped up in the cherished ideas we maintain about ourselves, along with the sordid morose ways we project those idealized notions, we wouldn't recognize the essence of who we are IF we met ourselves in the local gas station.

Human beings are ingenious in the telling of their stories. They rattle off all sorts of calibrated situations, embellished circumstances and complicated intricately woven events which make for the enriched 'soil to toil' in their furtively imaginative lives. It goes with the territory of being alive. Insistence and impatience rules the roost. Like the nasty little pimple, people won't just let it dissolve. They try to get rid of it as soon as possible.(what a waste)