Thing replaces thing. Always are moving forward. Again, it feels new. "Cycle" is an old paper mill I know, connected to my community. I am searching for the moments between truth and beauty and the ripples that are generated by their imperfect match. There is a rhythm to life. It beats with every motion, every step, every sunrise. The melody of life is stunningly beautiful and full of terror. I want to learn the tune so that I may teach the song. However, all that I see in life fills me with so much wonder that I fear my heart may burst. It is all so beautiful. The world is quiet when observed from afar or up-close. It is when we are embedded within our own scale of life that we hear the noise. I am working every day to accept my humanness, all humanness: the struggle to recognize that the universe is built upon beautiful energy that becomes information. I must lay down my protection, my judgement, my self, no matter how difficult, in order to see my connection as art.