I've been driven totally crazy.

"No he hasn't," says one voice.

"Of course he has," insists another.

I listen detachedly, dispassionately.  There are other voices, other opinions-not all discernible, some more frighteningly so than others.

"It's the hemoglobin."

"No, he's a human goblin."

Amazingly, this all has not impacted my ability to work.  Or appreciate beauty.   It has, however, impacted my desire to work and to embrace beauty. 

Beastly me.

Tender is the night that surrenders to great mystery.