writing for me is like hammering <br />a nail... you keep pounding till <br />it's driven. what i have tried <br />to do, in collusion with others, <br />is to amass a body of work that <br />celebrates the human in human <br />beings... with all its pain, <br />suffering, turmoil, and all the <br />trials, the human experience is <br />still the eternal experience... <br />the only hope for humanity to <br />survive lies in turning inward. <br />until we know ourselves, we can <br />never have the god experience, <br />and can never truly interact with <br />others, can never even see others, <br />much less know them! we are mere <br />reflections of each other, mere <br />reflections of god... the sameness <br />that lies below our differences <br />is both deep, and wide!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poetic-experience/
