A Testimonial to Writers and Friendship …
To paraphrase Descartes, I read, therefore I am.
I have lived my life on a steady diet of words and ideas and the images they form and see no reason to change anything at this stage of the game. I love words and how they make me feel. I don’t shy away from tears or being vulnerable and have been known to speak freely on subjects, most people reserve for best friends and therapists.
I am particularly fond of poets. The wordsmiths who turn 20 words into a collage of hope and fear, love and desolation that can wither both sword and warrior alike.
Who tempt fate, spar with the Gods and whistle sweetly, fast-stepping through the graveyards of empires past.
They are my people. My hope, my dreams; my key to the gate that lies between me and eternity.
I have read many of you on Medium and particularly in Illumination. I would like to mention as few — by no means all, that have thrilled and delighted me. Made me think, made me mad, made me shed old ideas in favor of something new and more stylish.
To the Poets — may your words linger, your dreams ebb slowly and your hearts beat to the rhythm of the universe as it one day will be.
Thank you for reading. And a particular shout out to Dr. Mehmet Yildiz. For the inspiration, the tenacity and a general sense of — Hey we can do this. 😊






