Brief were my days among you and briefer still the words I have spoken

It’s been two years since I wrote my first blog on this site and I feel in my heart that it is time for me to retire my thoughts on the BTD since there have been very few as of late. I have found this endevour a very rewarding one and have learned a whole lot of things and am the better for it. I have made new friends and come in contact with many people via email from all over this beautiful planet. To all of those who wrote me with encouragement and critique, your words are most cherished.

I won’t completely leave the BTD community…you might see my two cents pop up on the board here and there and maybe my person in Arizona in 07. Who knows?…maybe after Dr. D’s new book comes out, I might return to the group with some layman’s insight on the Genotype Diet? In the meantime, I will venture down roads that pull at my inner strings as the BTD did years past. It (BTD) has brought me to a very good place as I hope it has brought you to one, too. I began and I shall leave you with some words from Khalil Gibran’s, The Prophet:

Your thoughts and my words are waves from a sealed memory that keeps records of our yesterdays,

And of the ancient days when the earth knew not us nor herself,

And of nights when earth was upwrought with confusion,

Wise men have come to you to give you of their wisdom. I came to take of your wisdom:

And behold I have found that which is greater than wisdom.

It is a flame spirit in you ever gathering more of itself,

While you, heedless of its expansion, bewail the withering of your days.

It is life in quest of life in bodies that fear the grave.

There are no graves here.