At times he was very lucid and very aware. Other times it was like he would just clam up.

He was baptized in the river at Spooky Hollow in Loveland.

He's lucid, he's fully functional.

He was lucid to the very end. He was always joking that he was going to live to 130. Whenever we had friends round everyone was made to drink to his health. Red wine, of course.

I've always got such high expectations for myself. I'm aware of them, but I can't relax them.

Drift out of scope into potential continuous present moments lucid and as forceful as an ocean of intent to envision the prisms of eternity just by staring into space.