Beware of artists. They mix with all classes of society and are therefore most dangerous.— Queen Victoria' Dear Writer, Have you ever woken in the night and thought: I’m here. I’m breathing. I have something to say. Can anyone hear me? Have you ever surfed a wave? Looked down from a mountain peak? Jumped into icy water? And thought -- I’m alive – I’d like to pack this into my bag and pull it out later. Do you remember moments of great joy? Of great sorrow? A flash of insight?