People talk about what they always talk about. But I want to talk about the cosmos, the vastness of the open unknown, the change of seasons – the fall of leaves and the birth of new shoots. I want to talk about new ideas – unrealistic and illogical. I want to talk about love, about pain, about laughter and tear. I want to talk about the orchestra of flowers, about the taste of a mountain brook, about the northerly wind, and the mysteries and myths of the world.