What do I suspect? What do I know?

I know many souls feel detached, hopeless, and alone.

I suspect the world needs more pictures and fewer words now.

I know that Art has answers just like folks have tales of their own.

I know that love is purpose. It starts with asking how.

I suspect that anything honest will invoke enemies of its own.

I know I have a purpose. We all do.

I know magic is real.

I suspect others do too.