I want to fan you with the flames of my remembrance. Contemplation so holy the cosmos reel from the morning mother star to the volcanic sky father where wonder and grace manifest.  Sacred and divine, intrinsic and elemental; provocation, dismay, outrage, and delight all clamor for a place in the asylum of my mind that craves further knowledge and enlightenment.  Whimsy and mannerisms once buried so deep that the spirits o...