Part 1....And the days all ahead, years and years ahead, I in a place of profound beauty in myself, again at the cliff, near the sounding streams, the pale blues of the weather, and this sore evening, and I could easily remember his face; ohhh yes, how not, that crackhead, charming personality, he ruled his world, his world.How ironical it is, it was!?There magical appearance, here silence; there all lights in, here those dark shines; there the pace of being in his world, here to adjust in the world; yet calm headed there,and all mind blisters here....(hahmmm)Ohhh, I forgot to introduce,