This post will bore some. It will annoy several of you. For the rest of you, you will have stopped reading by now. The one person I would like to see reading this post has told a friend of mine that I, the Artist and creator of this piece of art, is deceased.

Do I have your attention? No one I know posts from the grave. Having said that, I am not dead. I created this piece of hand made paper art. And then a person appropriated the work from me. May I say "steal"? I just did? Why yes, I certainly did say steal. Is it gratuitous to speak as if I were speaking to a person who is not, never, ever going to read the words I write? Is it? A waste of time? A waste of the precious seconds allotted me for said purpose? But I digress...

Catharsis. A term often applied to verbal diffusion and dispersal. Artwork. If you wish to enjoy artwork made by another, obtain it by legal means. That's all. JP- Show me the money!

A new fire burns in my belly. Many gifts have been given me and the response has thus far been small. To whom much is given, much is expected. It's a joy to return the favor of the gifting.

My response of the moment is to reach out for a boost or a lift or a nudge or a shove into the next level. Metastasis has set in and I must break out of this condition.

Crack...crack,,,crack. Is that the sound of an egg breaking? Is there growth of a major proportion on the horizon? Is all of this questioning doing anything but collecting bits and bytes?

Tune in tomorrow, space fans, for the further adventures of Jim, Creator and Human!