Round Table

I often write from a feeling of unease. I throw my frustration onto the keyboard and see it form words on the monitor which I then hurl into cyberspace. There. I have said it! At times, I wonder whether there is another way that I could say it? There is the language of symbols and analogies, archetypical scenes wrapped into fiction. But somehow I lose myself in the woods whenever I venture that way. Then there is art, music, movement, but that never gripped me. There are those who temper with philosophy or theology, but I prefer a more earthy approach. Dialogue over teaching or preaching. The question is, whether we can get everyone to the table.