…at 5:55 on Easter Sunday Morning under a cacophony blitzkrieg celebrating the resurrection of the fictitious lead character from the much read novel: The New Testament…some of you may have read this…in certain parts of the World they say it is a good read…I was never really drawn to this particular historical novel…I always felt like it was actually a collection of short stories that somehow lacked the depth of magical realism that Garcia Marquez was able to achieve…maybe it was because there were four authors. This ballyhooed Christian Myth just never grabbed Anado (Me)…He/I never found an authentic voice to behold and follow with loyalty and verve…it felt so political and judgmental and yes…over edited…So now at 6:06 am with firework explosions ablaze in the sky outdoors…with frightened dogs in my studio…I let go a branch of my own truth…let it float away into the bloggy sea of electronic information as Richard snores in harmonic splendor with the buzz of the electric fan….ah Morning!
got it!