Call me lunatic if you must , the Moon if you will ! I , Randolph L Wilson , crazy as a June bug , most assuredly chemically depressed , a studious satellite that ponders the Earth ! With keen knowledge of the dominant species , their transgressions and capabilities . 'Tis with complete faculty of mind that I continue to remain in complete physical apogee from my kind the remainder of my days !
Political persuasion whispered in passing shall render the wise man incommunicado , deaf to much speaks , tongue nailed to the upper palate of thy mouth !
I would sooner wrestle a ravenous Grizzly Bear than assume the mechanisms of the female mind , walk barefooted over hot coals before allowing a publican one minute of my precious time !
Would gladly face the unquenchable fire than deal with the most "respectable Attorney" available !
Look as though I've witnessed a ghost when questioned as to my religious persuasion !
Fifty years bankrupt to the true wealth of the world , my soul at rest this very hour , held within my hands , the jewels of insight and enlightenment !
Metta morning , metta Noon , metta late in the afternoon , count thy blessings at the foot of the bed , extol loves many rewards with every breath , walk with eyes affixed to their destination , looking right nor left , freeing the mind of numerous trepidation .!

                                                                                     The Moon