A Quote and a response ---As I make my slow pilgrimage through the world, a certain sense of beautiful mystery seems to gather and grow. - A. C. Benson --On the darkened horizon, however comes a spark, followed by a cold vapor, muffling the solemn ravenous call. I recoil from the slow, deep bass, blatant mouthed demand of rigid, severe, exact, mechanical realism. --Escape into wonder! Only to be taken under siege, by engine and fire, to be driven forth by the demand of reality; blinded by maddened tears, bereft of beauty by smoke and howl, to shiver, screened through waste and ruin, slinking and hiding until a fever of exhaustion drops me into oblivion; only to be blasted awake, again wrung from the dregs, in constant fear of discovery and denunciation, of abandonment to the bullying menace; a threat to be cut down and decimated by the slash and burn, scorched earth tactics of the realism driven, fantasy abhorring, mystery inquisitioning minions who surround and sneer and creep and mutter and spy out and watch. © 2013 J. Daniel Hastings