before there were namesto carve upon graveswhen the sun was dragged across the heavens and the moon owed nothin to the tidesrivers wanderedstars gatheredwhere they pleasedgods still walked among creationand death walked among the gods there came a warthat split the skyand one...

you would think it would eventually heal the gashes would finally seal but even fractured bones will ache long after they've healed from a break so why do they expect perfection when we've been so badly dissected?   we do therapy and group sessions sometimes we do...