As a stream thinker, there are no walls to block you from a rant or rave. There's not even a royal moat to keep you from entering newer areas of expression. Getting here isn't easy. Mainly because we've been trained to endlessly judge our art. When it doesn't live up to such an unfair acceptance, that sliver of creativity is gone. Our hearts have learned to accept empty. Lost forever. Starting on the day we chose to breathe.