Plans and triangles and the music they produce.

In the middle of the night things seemed clear.

Later that day two lanes of steel stripes formed a cordon.

The traditional mind meld was late in coming.

Supra-sensing beacons weaved a mosaic of extraordinary Hermès-silk-like patterns.

Fortune favors the recognised moment.

The spoons bent in the wind and the clouds showed a picture of the promised ocean.

Everything we wish to be , can be.

Aging will be soon be a numerical ploy, healthy and vigorously alive aging, an even sooner reality.

Soon. Shortly and not long.

We will have the opportunity to learn rather than be “educated”! At last!

They didn’t just give me a menu and instead gave the keys to a mountaintop mansion.

We spent the weekend in silence as mandated at the IntraHil2Seasons Hotel and Conference center.

Smoking was allowed (any type).

We drove off in imaginary sports cars and made record time getting back home to conversation, comment and jest.

Making movies is a gas.

Very volatile, so we ate yoghurt.

The peppery air assaulted us at the top of the hill.

The village seemed dusted as an actor powdered to become invisible under stage lights.

Front pages fluttered in the air like helium balloons at a birthday party.

The spirit of pure mathematics was on the loose.

Brightness defined.

Next time we will set strategy, sails and hairstyle.

We will let the concrete set, same with the jelly and the icing.

Princes employed by princesses and contracting with baronesses in cahoots with dukes and jokers, will advise on things they know nothing about.

It’s an aristocratic improvised comedy.

And that is only Part One.