Trigger Fingers And Truth

I was walking down the streets of Seattle last night with some friends when I was approached by a young street artist, and asked if I would like to hear his latest piece of work. He said it was a poem about Truth to which I replied, "I'm giving you fair warning, I am going to be extra critical if you're going to tell me its about Truth beforehand." He barely acknowledged my comment before he was off to the races. Simply being passionate and theatrical may have sufficed for the average Bell Town bar hopper that night but he had run across the rare seeker who saw delivery more as garnish instead of the sustainence. He finished, asked me for money and when I declined he graciously thanked me and was on his way. After he left I noted that his new poem reminded me of the terrorists on TV shooting their AK-47's at will and randomly in the air. The passion and theatrics were there but if you're going to claim there is a target in Truth before you begin then please, please shoot at a target.

Let us be a culture with a Target and let us take aim with such depth and richness that our breath like fingers reaches out and strokes the hearts of our listeners!