This is happening. In ways i would have never imagined. I take that back, that is exactly what has driven this thing, that we still cant assign a name to. Ideas aren't simply ideas, they start as ideas but quickly evolve into processes. Although words are far more powerful than we can possibly imagine, those that assign action will only remain as words or ideas unless you act upon them. We have acted upon them. Yesterday was amazing, it, the day, brought to light how fundamental food is. Everybody loves and needs food. It showed me also how food is abundant and interchangeable. Our efforts to stain the tablecloth with guest chefs and new interestees has brought beautiful plump, ripe fruits: our first sponsor. I asked myself if that was real? Its a beautiful system really. One in which people are made happy not only by community and gathering but also chemically by nutrient dense food, something that is lacking in the american youth. A system in which any food that doesn't sell just goes towards its cooks. No waste. That is truly beautiful. "No advertising?" he asked. I guess that would not be true, but definitely not any mass advertising. "No twitter, or facebook?" No, thats the beauty. A community created by involving people that are passionate and interested. In a way like a cult, or sect, but its not secret, non exclusive: anyone can join. Advertising targets the one time purchaser, a customer seeked out only for his currency. That is not how we stain the tablecloth. That would just be a spot, easily washed away by water. We want people to stain the tablecloth, permanently. A stain so deep that it has an immediate and permanent effect on the tablecloth. Everybody who eats, cooks, or participates is fundamental. On a closer input i feel. Thats it. I feel. For the first time since i can remember i feel, everything. the one thing i do not feel is the incessant need to become distracted by tv, mind alterants, and other anesthetizers. Surprisingly at wine night yesterday i was before i knew it (and even noticed) drinking water. where before the drinking would not stop until the bottles were dry. the connections i feel to my surroundings are almost like beings of their own. yoga and its power to open your heart and mind to everything has been great. lentil soup is on the stove, getting back to it now and rearanging the space. until soon...gypsy.