Starting something. Changing everything. Causing love.

Well we set the stakes high. Aimed high and had no concern about competitions and publicity stunts.

At the same time we know the benefit of publicity and do not run for cover from it.

It’s time to talk, or to learn how to talk effectively.

Tune the voice.

No problem, no cry.

One nation under a groove seemed so good, it can can be more so… soon.

We are astounded by how much progress the human species has made yet how little has progress been seen in human psychology – and we aim to improve that.

Experiences, nourishment and opportunity in good health, and good humor, and a new educational system that actually creates thinking, rewarded and delight-filled beings!

Join us!?

Now children, don’t go believing what adults say.

When you get to be “my age” you’ll see!

And there it is. The warped reality of all eras.

There are wise women, wise men, but children are often the most successful at seeing pretense and the act of lying.

So perhaps the USA should only allow children under the age of 11 to vote.

They could do only one thing….a better job than the incapable adults. The problem might be that they would see there was no-one to vote for.

Some things should be accepted, like truth and wisdom, and then and only then, approach big decisions.

Driven to laughter by a small spherical object.

Low in the sky, high above the trees and about to prepare to speak.

The warmth of bubbling ponds near the lava flow, mixed with a certain vegetable, was enough to revive a stone relic.

Day by day we learn more. And mostly, we find better questions.

A theme runs through it, this and that and the other.

One day, in the early morning mist, we heard he sound of a car and shouts of arrival and excitement.

June, George and Chantilly had driven through a star-mapped sky until that mist obscured all markers, navigating as if sea-faring islanders, and arrived at our, creaking, front door.

We expected them later in the month so had not stocked up with the brandy June liked, the fake champagne George enjoyed and the sweet white wine Chantilly loved.

But we gave them coffee and alarmingly munchable biscuits.

Then, and only then, we set to work on the jointly-penned novel of which we wrote one chapter a year.