Tread softly in the forest of my heart
And in the quiet so your seeds of love
And just as softly leave before I know
But let the seeds of love inside me grow.

That was the beginning to a "song" I was writing in my testa out there in the forest (of all places). I rather liked the tune but won't translate on the page.

Really not sure what my next move is. Winners didn't work. Money doesn't work. It's etheric filth. But wouldn't mind working at Mimac if there were an opening -- small company with fairly good energy. Still, money kills.