Yes, it's ME! The TwoFish speaks out!

If you love words and the English language as I do, to re-discover the Great Poets of the past is truly mind-blowing, in my case not difficult at all, lost a few brain cells back there somewhere. Percy Shelley, John Keats, William Wordsworth, or Longfellow---all very much worth the effort. A few years back, my wife and I would lay together in bed, and read Shelley, or the others, just for the romance of it. Didn't understand a word of it, of course, but Shelley, (whose wife wrote the original 'Frankenstein' novel)---this guy was an opium addict, with a lot on his mind. He wrote passionately about all the pantheon of Greek Gods and magical realms of mystical truth, emotions, perception, spirit, and events during his lifetime, such as the horrors of the French Revolution. If you ever feel our times are so very unique, and that the world has never seen such awfulness as today, think again. Shelley writes eloquently about the 'Masque of Anarchy' ("we are many, they are few"), and how social breakdown produces fraud, murder, disease, cruelty, terror, hunger, oppression, lies---and worse. No picnic, the French Revolution. As a person with a fractured mind due to past abuse (ask me sometime, known as PTSD, or DID, yuck), I often recommend for loving couples to quietly read-aloud to each other, when stress, hospice, fear or anxiety are just too much. The sound of your partner's voice, a restful place and the passing hour or so, the flow of language and ideas or images, cheapest therapy around, and almost anyone can retreat to a safe-place inside, and allow the simple human connection to heal. "Hearts to the dogs," sez, Shelley---well, maybe so. Any dog I've ever owned or kept, would be insulted and maybe stick with Purina Puppy Chow. News-Hound, yeh, that would be me. Dogs in Mid-Winter---

Peace-Ahimsa, May Our World Be Healed and Well Together