Dreams beget dreams which beget questions.

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The prince's masks and reasons for them.

Questions are what this site is about.  Answers are sought.  Answers are there own, however, and not always to be shared or known.  The search for answers, and perhaps the sharing of questions, is all that I can promise.

After discussing dreams, then exploring them with music, the glass overflowed.  Not half full, this glass, full and more and more.  So many ways thoughts of dreams could go.  Sometimes I am the artist, and craft from what is provided or available.  Sometimes I am the medium.  In this case, I suspect I was merely the medium.

How did I get to where I went in life?  A look at that life, before health failed.  And, still, a place I go even now.


I saw but too late saw why not to see.  I could not recant memory, if too I could not see clearly.

There are various reasons to wear a mask.  Two, as well as what of the last will suit.



While I may not recant neither may I fully remember.  Not yet.  There is a reason and yet there will come a time to fully remember.

I suspect, finally, that I will be satisfied.  More darkness, and heartbreak, remain.  But then light and truth.

And to my friend, Kordell.