A mountain goat will stand still for hours, upon some precarious ledge, waiting, observing, thinking while its world lies at its feet; of canyons and crags and pathless ways. We search for deeper experiences, no longer satisfied to just be; transcending our own animal acceptance, we splinter reality: what do we create? We set “The Question” in motion. From our fevered quest, an overflow of new thoughts emerges on perfections and imperfections we dwell balanced precariously as on a pinnacle of rock centered within a shoreless stormy sea. Assailed by a mind unbound as wild gods we search the unmanifest drawing meaning from holographic images So much confusion, pain, sorrow, The Question has unleashed within – but why should that be so? That question is easily answered: our primary search pattern or quest is bound up in intangibles of faith and hope and love and to understand this we must know the taste of our own bread of experience stored within a treasure trove of feelings.