My Good Reader,

Since our last intercourse, more than three solid months have come between us.  To one who strives to be present and not in resistance to the natural laws of change, the life experience therein might be the equivalent to the average lifetime.  There is something to be said now in support of subtlety, with regard to one’s perception of time.  May I offer an analogy?  Basic physics tells us that decreasing the speed of a motorcar by exactly half will significantly reduce the amount of fuel consumed within a set distance.  I myself have found little value in gross living, although I admit to my own prior assertions that the Universe is infinitely big and small. Yet, as I have gazed upon the world with a fine-eye, it has been my experience that dormant forces have want to come alive.  There are no mundane moments, and there is nothing dull under the sun.  There is a quiet redundancy to the Truth, and it will continue to file appeals until it has stood a just trial.  Once it has been vindicated, it will graciously yield to some deeper understanding to patiently assert itself through repeated bursts of even milder sensation and subtler displays of beauty.  Meanwhile, the frantic entity of Time has taken its rest.  These microscopic experiences of joy have all but stopped the clock!  I am alive as nature would have it and not subject to any plight which might be imposed upon me by the delusions of my erroneous, yet well-meaning contemporaries.  And so I emerge from my short hiatus more fulfilled, hopeful, and inspired than ever before.  It is my renewed intention to serve as a sort of ‘cosmic translator’, by transmuting my delicate findings into something a bit courser (i.e. intuitions into ideas, and ideas into words).

This short reprieve has also lent itself to a profound new understanding of my performance art.  Having developed a whole new repertoire of music within that time, I took the stage of The Family Wash on Friday evening and delivered a performance that feels like the first in a career.  Some facet, which is choosing to remain unarticulated for now, sprang into being for the first time and rendered my creative ideas palatable to the present audience.  Having said that, I have no doubt that this same potentiality is responsible for compelling those receptive souls to convene there.  Although I felt it was by no means masterful performance on my part and was informed that the lyrics were audibly unintelligible, it was enough to covey the essence of my aesthetic.  This experience has prompted a new motivation to sharpen my skills through repeated performance, and so I am in the process of booking future appearances.  I shall inform you of these dates as they are confirmed!

Vigorously Yours,
Mr. J.S. Hazelwood