We're all electron/magnetic energies walking around in monkey meat suits on a small wet rock which is rotating at about a thousand miles an hour as we hurl and spin with a bunch of other rocks around an unstable mass of burning gas at 67,000 miles an hour so there's nothing to really fear because the chance for survival is a miracle at best!

A writer, an artist, a lover, a husband, a dad, a son, a brother, a friend, an adversary, a die-hard Chicago Cubs fan, a surviving Deadhead with a musical complex and funky ass groove, hoping for far-flung hopes and dreaming of improbable dreams, I'm a lover of deep dish pizza and a casual swimmer in social media streams.