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Haven’t written in quite some time.

Thought about it, and my next video too.

But there is upheaval in my life. So while now and again I drop by the Cafe the world is making demands upon my time.

I suppose it was only a matter of time, you might say.

I tried my best, met a wonderful woman, did the dutiful loving husband and father thing: house, Sonny-Boy’s sports and activities, community volunteering, all that sort of stuff.

But the truth is I never truly fit it.

The Cafe, as I’ve said before, is a place apart.

It belongs everywhere and it belongs nowhere.

That, I’ve come to learn and accept, is the plight of the genuine Artist. I’ve read it in the books and biographies of men like Hermann Hesse and Thomas Mann, James Joyce, Joseph Campbell and countless others.

And although this stuff I do here cannot be ranked up with their eternal works I know it—I feel it—to be in the same spirit.

Their stories hearten and inspire me.

They have value beyond what most people would imagine.

They need be kept alive, watered and nourished so that others in a sometimes seemingly bleak world can be heartened and inspired in their turn.

Anyway, when all is said and done, Life is ALL there is….

A wonder and a gift….

All of it….

So on the road I go…. again.

Gratitude is the best way to end things….

And start them too…