Is there a writer in there? I am not sure. Does the artist truly have to suffer before they can tell their story? Do you have to be a good story teller to be a good author? What is it that prevents me from becoming what I am or am I what I am becoming? Does anyone really know what time it is? Are there really stars in the sky or have the heavens died and the darkness has not set upon us? Is the life of the common man so boring that we have to create so many distractions that we have lost sight of what living really is all about? This is just the beginning to get the mind warmed up ... more later ... what is a megaplume anyway?