My words are the husk of a meaty fruit that is sweet and fermented -- a thing of nutrition and intoxication, something that can kill or sustain, depending on how it is taken.  The husk will fall away, and I'll pick it up, grind it, and use it some other way.

I am changing.  Slowly, by some standards, but at a breakneck speed, to  me -- for it is an ( Read more... )