Every shaman, medicine man, prophet, guru, yogi spiritual magi and genius admits freely to the value of isolation. In this human condition, a purer, keener, inward eye is opened, focused and interpreted which is normally only one of many sources of perception. It may be considered that we as the human creature, have been working diligently and soberly since the age of accountability (conceptualization of ourselves amidst equal beings) on the interpretation of reality, and that the theses of this research are the lives which we inhabit.

The recipe of our weaknesses, strengths, loves and hates, desires and shunnings, pains and pleasures is so intimate a story that to taste it must be to live it. When we accept a responsibility, assignment or idea it inhabits us, and our subconcious is enlisted to lay our skills and abilities most effectively to it's realization. So the caliber of the master's thesis must be.

It may be an intricate thumbprint, or a flash dump of all we know...perhaps a mirror adeptly angled to reflect the knowledge of the world on our topic with our voice as the narrator/curator of the precious knowledge of others. It may be a stream of consciousness mind dump that snarls and entangles our fore-brains like a spider who ejects silken strands but cannot manipulate them and is rendered bound by its own defense.

Whatever their source and form, isolation is the 'sorting hat' of ideas. Take heart, if we can concieve them we already know there is within a thread of sense--we have already hatched the understanding we need to express how we feel the topic is. Here is the trick for me, feelings do not obey rules, they just are and can blur, distract, confuse and blind while they simultaneously, enlighten, inspire, justify and energize. I have to ride the waves of how I feel in order to find the path to my own interpretation.

Excitement, verve and intensity are tools that perform the best for me--but these require desire energy and focus. Saying--or writing--these tumultuous processes opens my inner eye, and the isolation I have found in the wee hours of the morning, just me and crickets, and candles, are paying dividends in clarifying what I want my master's thesis to be--and what a deeper part of me needs it to be.

So, as the weeks race by, those of you who have seen my projects of last class will recognize that my evolving thesis will be posted on my website project. My time is split between finding what I want to expose and learning web tools I need to launch it into my portal. I am actually thrilled to have an open project to refer people to, and to shift and change and inject with creativity and life. The end of this project will hopefully never arrive, but a serious break is bound to occur after 2099, as I am focusing on the voices of the 21 century!

I have enjoyed sitting back and observing the dynamic and fruitful results of collaboration in this program, but confess that my quiet isolation has been my closest companion throughout. I share to feel, feel to think, think to write and write to share--this closed circle is a little bit lonely, but rest assured, every time I read you all, I feel you, and every feeling renders more access to who I am.

In a nutshell, your voices are entwined with the very roots of my thesis. Thank you.