Oh, I've been all sorts of different things. I'd like to say it all began with the death of my father, but in truth it started long before... Before, even, my own birth. My life is a voyage of seeking; Picasso said "Je ne cherche pas; je trouve", and perhaps, in a different manner, that's true for me too. I do not seek, because I do not have a mental picture of what I'd like to find. I do find, however; anything and everything that life brings me to, any experience, any person, any location - they're all cherished finds, and in them I find even deeper treasures that entice my childish sense of marvel. If I prayed, I'd do so in order to never lose that wide-eyed amazement at... a butterfly, or a sunset, or the way coral reproduces. Apparently as a writer I *should* have a mission. Well, then; let it be the celebration of life and all its little inadequacies, all its myriad imperfections, that make it beautiful beyond belief.