And We Will Cause It To Be

Sometimes We Do Not Hear The Whisperer Even At Her Loudest Because She Speaks In Our Own Voice, The One We Most Often Discount.

Blood In The Water I Sing, And One Who Shed It: Deadliest Hunger I Sing, And One Who Fed It- Weaving The Ancient-most Tale Of The Sea's Sending: Singing The Tragedy, Singing The Joy Unending This Is Our Shame- This Is The Whole Ocean's Glory: This Is The Song Of The Twelve. Hark To The Story! Hearken, And Bring It To Pass: Swift Lest The Sorrow Long Ago Laid To It's Rest Devour Us Tomarrow!

What Teens Will Realize Is Always A Mystery To Me. I'm Still Realizing So Many Things Myself, Very Belatedly, That It Seems Unwise To Think I Have Any Right To Be Showing People Things In Hopes That They'll Realize Them.

But The Trouble With Sainthood These Days Is The Robe-and-halo Imagery That Gets Stuck Onto It." Carl Got That Brooding Look Again. "people Forget That Robes Were Street Clothes Once... And Still Are, In A Lot Of Places. And Halos Are To That Fierce Air Of Innocence What Speech Balloons In Comics Are To The Sound Of The Voice Itself. Shorthand. But Most People Just See An Old Symbol And Don't Bother Looking Behind It For The Meaning. Sainthood Starts To Look Old-fashioned, Unattainable... Even Repellent. Actually, You Can See It All Around, Once You Learn To Spot It.

All The Drawing Lacks Is The Final Touch: To Add Eyes To The Dragon