A new day. Sunday, the day of rest. My head is spinning with ideas this morning. Working on my play, ideas for a new play.

Reading a book called 'The Life You Save May Be Your Own.' I realize I have been working towards this time, this place. Once you recognize that life is simply a journey, a journey that has been undertaken countless times, over countless years, that you are one in a sea of many, working through an individual, particular path, unlike any other, a unique energy, in a world of energy; everything reflects back with meaning.

All stories reflect one story. Nothing is absurd, nothing is pointless. All is grace, all is good, even the 'not good' becomes necessary, essential.