Take the flight of the Phoenix, destroy all that you know and then rebuild, remembering who you are, who you’ve always been.   The one thing that has always plagued my young mind with wonder is the fact my whole life of living I’m but this little sponge, absorbing, and growing (a sponge with a brain and a heart, mind you).   I learn, I feel, I express, I share…   I am a dry sponge commencing to absorb life’s juices and when I’m saturated, ring me out enjoying the labored cocktail   The intricate detail of life from cell to macrocellular, subatomic to cosmic is so logical and yet infused with nothing logic can wrap around but lives.   Do I know where…