I am again awake in the silence of the night. I finish the book The Mind in the Cave, and sit with that subterranean exploration, that resulted in painting on what may have been perceived of as a spiritual membrane. It seems we are not much different than our ancestors in our need to explore and connect. We still reach in visionary ways. Somehow, to me, space exploration, seems the same, as we attempt to penetrate barriers, and return with the unknown further met in mind and hand. Perhaps now, I will sleep and create some dreams to bounce, juggle, and mine. I'll paint on the walls of my cave.