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Billy "the ferocious" was barking his head off and my alarm was buzzing a sharp reminder that I had reality to confront. I had a magical moment at the Expo center, Eko hotel yesterday and I had not fully recovered from my epiphany. My phone was ringing. "Joseph the dreamer hope you slept well and did not spend all your night meditating" came Larry's voice, laughing. "I did and how was your night?" "Refreshing. I was wondering if me and Lynn can come over for a chat. There is an issue we'd like your input." "And what could this be about? I querried. "It's from yesterday night. Lynn's been talking funny ever since." Of course I knew what he meant by talking funny especially since he referred to yesterday's event. "Hmmm, odviously, you are not seeing reasons with her plus you are now confused" came my reply. He laughed ruefully. "I don't know how you guys see the things you see in every thi...

Now, that face that was contorted into such grotesqness was glowing with an expression of ecstactic relief as he ran his fragile fingers through his frail looking hair now thinning with age. He has just delivered a masterpiece and there was so much chatter about his finesse and the precision of his delivery amidst the dying ovation. I remained on my feet for minutes after his performance, dazed by the beauty of it all. I had taken in so much and so much had happened in me while this master played on the indisputable queen of all musical instruments. Each note spoke to me in a personal way as if they were my very dialect.The effect, both stunning and enlightening. "snap out of it boy",Larry said tugging on my sleeve. "I know you are a music junkee but i've never seen you so dazed." "If only you knew how that man spoke to me with every note he played, how much I have come to see within those blissful minutes..." I was saying. "Yeah,yeah, now I t...

 Beads of prespiration pouring down as the heat of the sun mercilessly saps from the juice of vitality.With this gloomy reality enshrouding in its overwhelming magnitude, an escape must be sought, and fast. To elope into phantasm, a world surreal but loaded with endless promises of repose from the weariness of the travails of the battles of every day life, is the only open option of escape from this disarticulating, dicappiteting cosmos. Or is it? With so much self imposed definitions to the concept of  humanity, so much ambiguity is left unresolved. Schooled minds advocate pragmatic solutions to humanity's dilema, others prefer some phantasma. In acute despiration to alleviate this seemingly unending affliction, complications emanate by the lack of virtue, the virtue called responsibility. Without ability to accept and be accountable for the initiation of the chain reactions of cause and effect, gropping in darkness is inevitable. Having denied the true essence of...