East of the Sun | West of the Moon

Being a broken record is the worst torture ever. Constantly repeating the same story - over and over, again and again. Deepening the grove with each round - digging deeper yet so struck. Tone deaf and out of tune - perpetuating  the same old sad story. So sick and sickening - this broken trail of dreams.  There I was, happy as a clam, devoid of any clue.  irritable, angry,  depressed So very happy it bordered on obnoxious. Yes, hell, yes! Everything in my life was working. A husband who loved me. He was completely gaga over me. Spoiled me rotten. Showering me with expensive gifts.  Taking me out for expensive celebrations. Travels booked to wild and exotic realms - stunning and awesome. A house built just so, just for me, just because. A temple raised for the worship of me, me, me.  Can't live without me. Won't go anywhere without me. Hates having to leave me. My most loyal and ardent fan. What did I do to get him so hooked on me? I love him dearly for all ...

Love it, hate it - New York City evokes extremes. Stunning senses and maxing us out with its all-out, in-your-face force and energy.  There's a new rendition of the song, New York State of Mind . It's got an impressive roster of top-notch celebrities and personalities singing snippets of the song against a backdrop of NYC's five boroughs.  Columbus Circle, New York City Created to help NYC get back on its feet – could they have done so with more care and consideration? NYC is like a cat running out of its god given nine lives.

Back before time, there was nothing all around. There was only the void — no space, no thought, no sound — nothing but emptiness, everything suspended in darkness. Nothing and everything touched, bumped, rubbed together, blew apart. Causing a huge explosion, and the universe began. In the giant blast our world was formed. A primordial planet filled with a great sea of water, above it stretched the vast sky. This happened so long ago its origins are lost to us. With all our advancement and knowledge we know not where our gods originated. Although their presence and and consequence in our lives are undeniable. KAPTAN by Kael Molo from AGLA, the Grapic Novel Kaptan   — supreme god of the sky and life. Maguayan  — beloved god of the water and death. Deities that were all knowing and all pervasive, formless, and boundless.  Soon came a daughter, whom they called Lidagat , the sea. Then they had a son, known as Lihangin , the wind. The sea and the wind grew, becoming close and tight part...