Existence is complicated enough: work, family, friends, stress, fear, doubt, mindless distraction, food, anger, outrage, worry, Tuesdays, diets, workouts, the laundry…all these things capture our focus and blur the bigger picture. So what happens when we have the time to take it all in?


A poem By Accipiter G. Goshawk A multiverse went by As I sat Under the tree, By the road, In the festive town. A million worlds, A thousand truths, Floating In gaudy pointless clothes, Worrying Turning, self-centred, as every universe should. It makes me wonder… Amongst these, What am I? Exactly?