...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, meet him.....Mr.Green(let's keep it a code)