After I finished this I got up and the time was 10:01, which made me think of some artistic version of the Tool band label Iâ€™ve seen that the Oâ€™s looked like zeroes in it, like a pair of eyes between an 11. Now fireworks are going off in the distance. I might as well go out to the park. Do some more thinking. Always thinking. Always digging. Always trying to pry away my third eye, just like the lyrics on the greatest album ever created and will ever be created for all time, Aenima. Maybe Maynard is not a prophet to you, but heâ€™s a prophet to me and I would not be on the spiritual or synchronicity path that I am on without his work, without his vision, his insight and his words. I do not worship Maynard. I do not know every detail about his life. I havenâ€™t even read his book. I would read his book, but I donâ€™t read books anymore. I only write them. Thank you Tool for introducing me to my only friend, Bill Hicks, who still lives on like Obi-Wan Kenobi and is with us all. Amen.