ABSTRACT
It's strange and mysterious and truly wonderful how some important things repeatedly pop into one's mind. It's as if their importance needs to mull around in the subconscious until their meanings can reach all the places where they might reveal their special significance. Like last year Bill Berg said, “I love to draw.” That thought has haunted me ever since. Not that I wished I loved to draw, because I already do, but possibly because I desired to some day use the statement to inspire others to unabashedly embrace the same thought.
