What is time? Is it a collection of memories, or an involuntary treadmill? Depends on the day.

You, the person reading this, are living in special moment. A moment that will define the next century. Do you want to participate in it?

It’s an unusual spring. The wrath of Quetzalcóatl is stirred. Rain is a constant.

What gives you energy? What takes energy away? Why?

The fruits of your labor. Not just the material impact, but the emotional one. Joy is its own reward.