Pose the question this:

When do dellusions of granduer cease for any of us if ever?

When they become so?

And here as follows:
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Having been thinking about Influential Politicos in New Orleans, and of course the world.

Changes of heart, and suttle nuances I have found a conclusion at my feet, this, well at least in my way of thinking.

‘I have arrived at obscurity with out even trying, Bravo! catch me if you can.’ ME.

Mostly I am returned from this my foray and once again happily resonating with family of daughters, and now for the close of my latest Costa Rica road trip , Ye Gads! of Poas.

OR

JUMPING INTO POAS
Perhaps the answers to lifes deeper questions lie in the depth of the unknown. However,

Max his blue Cadillac, Katie, Kelly and I dissapeared into a bank of cloud’s at the base of volcun Poas.
Traveling through time and coming out of the mist the other side
never to be the same.

Having spoken of distant lands lifes realitys through shared imagery generated by the words , we linked in ether of thought and jumped into the vortex falling, falling, falling, all the way down into ideas with levity.

Thank you for careing to share New friends.

What do you suppose could or would happen if everybody in the world awoke one day, and at the same moment opened their eyes to see they felt a bit better for what had transpired the day before?

Yours in concept. Abscent gunfire and explosions.

Johnny G.