I wish I could think of a hundred beautifully connected words. But I am afraid I am not creative enough for it to spill out on command. I am amazed at the beautiful poetry and self realization that seems to come from everyone else at this request of spewing out just a hundred words out of thin air. And even now my mind blanks searching for something. Anything of value or beauty or insight. I guess I am not able to pull this together from my consciousness without a spark. Just me. My mind and I am afraid it's empty.