sitting alone in a comfortable chair The Madness of Ripping Paper and quickly abandoned toys has slipped into the real hours of thought. probed recollection across the depths of faith which defies explanation. With a sluggard posture it is easy to assume the current of tradition But it melts away into the SUBSTANCE of things (not tangible shapes and possessions - but something very real on the very edge of imagination and reality) Hoped for. Eventually (for brief moments) we become acutely aware that what we see (alone) isn't enough. THERE'S MORE.