May the unbegun begin to scroll down or up br and make my journey through the letters, br the words that make the thought, br the sentence that rings with doubt br and confidence. br but not without emptiness - br full of emptiness, a manifold of ideas br for the brain has a mind of its own br and we are editors of sensation br behind the eyes br between the ears br above the tongue br in reveries of dreams that exist and don't exist br in pastel shades of black and white br that explode into the daylight br of becoming a beginning of the end.