When an image needs to come out of one's mind, it just does. Did I create this scenario, or am I simply following what should be next. Randomness, can justify itself by the purity of it's predictable nature, but whom can pretend to predict. Life is a moment by seconds happening, it's here while we try to shut it out. Misunderstanding, root of all war.

At war with oneself is being at war against the world. What is the world but our own conception I ask ...

The sand castle still stands high and the winds are gentle my friends...

Mad Horse 2010