|Gustavo Aimar illustration.|
Waters for which there are no charts, roads without signposts, sealed rooms, locked chests, diaries written in invisible ink, we, like the Tardis, are much bigger inside than we appear. We are stewards of realms real and imagined, explorers for the ages, inventors, students. What I know to be true for me is that I make it up as I go along. How could I do it otherwise when each moment brings new possibilities? I gobble up information, ideas, images and offer them a home within. We are capacious creatures, our castles of self containing too many rooms to count. For whatever knowledge we seek or skill we wish to master, there is space. We cannot outgrow a curious mind, a questing spirit.