Finally it is come! Inspiration.
I feel it's spring, at last.

Awaiting the Equinox.

'This is the Time of the Turning and the Old World is falling, there is nothing you can do to stop the next Emerging. And you should better learn to say your goodbyes.' - as old Peter Gabriel used to sing.

I have returned, still alive, but changed. for the better, let us hope. It was truly a grand and fascinating experience seeing Scotland. tasting its wind and water. there is nothing on Earth like laying in the wild grass on top of Arthur's Seat, waiting for the break of dawn, with the wind so furious that you must be silent, you cannot hear your own thoughts, you must let go.

And I did. My God, it's been a while...

Will this mean that my artistic activity will become more visible? Heh, who knows. I do have many many many new ideas. 'At the Garden of Gethsemene' is still waiting for its sequel.

Lo and behold! Scotland the Brave, at last.

And so it is complete. I am away to Scotland for some time... for a new life, I hope. I am gone, leaving most of my mind's thoughts and all of my sordid perils behind but for one...
And who would have thought? It really is that story most weird, that has proved more true than anyone would have ever imagined... heh.
Let us hope... that the Circle keeps Turning.
Namaarie.

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I know. Do you know? The strange feeling, once you've realised that your beloved work has finally got out of hand, taken it's own path and is now growing far beyond your reach? I know.

It's hard, quite sad, but in the end - that's how it's suppose to be. The work has now entered someone elses' life, entangled his heart and mind. I should be happy it has come so far. That's the meaning of art, I suppose...

It's just... oh, well... it just hurts a bit to know that from now on anything could happen to the work. To the plot. To the characters. To you.

And that is why... I'll soon submit the story we're writing with korowiow-agrest. So you all may have a go. And see for yourself.

Oh, bugger... I have a feeling my mind's overloaded. now it's all moved down to the heart.

I know. Do you know? The strange feeling, once you've realised that your beloved work has finally got out of hand, taken it's own path and is now growing far beyond your reach? I know.

It's hard, quite sad, but in the end - that's how it's suppose to be. The work has now entered someone elses' life, entangled his heart and mind. I should be happy it has come so far. That's the meaning of art, I suppose...

It's just... oh, well... it just hurts a bit to know that from now on anything could happen to the work. To the plot. To the characters. To you.

And that is why... I'll soon submit the story we're writing with korowiow-agrest. So you all may have a go. And see for yourself.

Oh, bugger... I have a feeling my mind's overloaded. now it's all moved down to the heart.