I spent so much of my young life schooled in words from the distant past. I learned to live my life in the maze of ancient texts, and loved the mysterious comfort that came from worn tomes. These were the writings crafted by scores of people who attempted to capture their world of the divine in metaphors drawn from their own experience. It was their time, their now. Their words
Now it is my time to craft words and break out of the crusty library of the past. I am aware of the Humming with senses not shaped by the old words. It is a world shaped by my own knowing. This is my time, my now. It is my turn, and I intend not to waste it with old words.