The world and the word were both born from silence. Order drawn from chaos; a way of defining that which is beyond definition; a way of telling the person beside you what you see -- how things appear from your place in the mess; a means of hope. Maybe that is why I love words. I admit I am addicted to the written word. I cannot remember a time when I was not addicted to it. Written words are not like people; they demand committment but not consideration. They do not turn and alter their voice and their meaning when you turn away from them or give them to another. They provide doorways to places where security is guaranteed. Always.

Michael Parkes - "Gargoyles"

Welcome to a piece of insanity just a bit apart from the rest of the world. Come in, sit down, pour yourself a pint of Guinness. . . . . This page is created by a lover of art of every variety. To create is to undertake the greatest act of which man is capable. We each create the world we choose to live in every day -- it's your world, you can change it.

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Ivy Dreams: pieces of the Endless Knot and the Oherworld