“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”
- That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.
- I don’t much care where.
- Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.
—so long as I get somewhere.”

Wind extinguishes a candle and energizes fire. Likewise with randomness, uncertainty, chaos: you want to use them, not hide from them. You want to be the fire and wish for the wind.


If you tame me, then we shall need each other.




We Share the Moon, We Share the Stars
When the rain falls, it falls in all
In the Right Place at the Right Time
You Can See the Rainbow Being Defined


Is it Yours, Is it Mine, Is it Ours to Divide
It's Not Yours, It's Not Mine, It Belongs to Us... Sunset Sunrise
It's Not Yours, It's Not Mine, It Belongs to Us... Sunset Sunrise


Open Your Eyes...
Open Your Eyes...
We Plant a Tree, We Build a House
And We Write a Book, Take a Long-Long Look