It occurs to me that I haven’t chosen an easy life. Soul Biographies is entirely without prior direction. And most all attempts to include structure with which to force an element of certainty have fallen short. It appears that all worthwhile steps have been taken with almost total uncertainty.
And if I were to be entirely honest, it seems as if such an uncertain path offered no choice. The dream was never constructed from the list of usual suspects, it arrived with seemingly no choice. As if the dream were the chooser. Perhaps I had written TREE OF DREAMS on my own behalf.
And if that were to be true, where on earth might that leave your dreams.