Tonight I am beginning my contribution to the plethora of words floating like autumn leaves through the unseen universe. Perhaps some of them will find themselves tumbling along the equally unseen ground, pressed against a chain link fence along with other discarded and unread words, rearranging themselves with the help of the wind to spell something new, perhaps. Or possibly they may get caught in tree branches and shred themselves into individual letters, where untethered, they will be free to recombine in their own way. At any rate, I set them all free, as Prospero did Ariel, to do their work.