The script was ripped from the pains of my life, my attempt to RIP the trauma and save stones of truth to build my future home upon.
The script was the speaking of my soul, of its pains and how it seeks both inner peace and redemption, how it can only survive when those I love are safe and protected.
The script was living conversations upon a page, streams of words that seek the truth of the humane soul, that seek a real way into the light.
It is a challenge to transcribe the beauty of the soul into words, to take the tangled mess of love and pain, of virtues and vices our era imbues, and make a script. For our scripts are the string we hope will guide us out of that most amazing maze to a raised view, a view that shows us the real landscape as that of the great plains.