Perspective is a thing that I stalk....
Like The man atop the hill looking down
Like the man atop the mountain staring up.

You see,to me the immediate middle is the key
You see,the median is the road not the division.
You see,there is no existence sans harmony.
                                                        ­                  Friends, up creates down.      
                                                                ­          Left bears right.
                                                          ­                In validates out.
You see
I strive for the core.
the root.
the substance of being.                                   My father left a Tin man standing in the rain.
                                                           ­              My mother left a straw man pyromaniac.
                                                     ­                    My god left me.
I did not Leave him.