Nothing stops the onslaught of images across my mind’s eye. Their never ending furore has become a part of normal life to nullify elements of the present. To become purely a memory, gone until the future, unimportant to the present, eventuates. I accepted years ago that the pictures will always be with me, affecting the path of my life in one form or another. I cannot cut myself loose from them. There are times when I feel that they are my only reality and that life itself is a dream. Waiting, I isolate their wielding imagery, superimposed over reality filled with detail that shifts across the escarpments of life.

I’ve glimpsed other circumstances and conditions in our lives that don’t yet exist. Walked on air, flown to the stars, glimpsed other worlds, drifted through infinity - they can be an endless journey through a wondrous experience. I often ask myself what it must be like to live in a half-blind world where the road being walked upon cannot be seen with vision? To live in the eternal moment, no beginning, no end, just the immediate present?