Art for art's sake? Is it art if nobody ever sees it? Woe to the story teller who can't tell a story. This might not ring true to the wordsmiths, those who can manipulate letters into compelling stories, but to the storytellers who cannot find the words. I can only assume that if those in my boat were to congregate, my pirogue could not sink for there be more bodies than water. What of us? The campfire gods, the recounters of adventures gone awry? Those who can entertain a circle, but can't pass the word? The 92,000 word fictions that we can fit in a college exam blue book? Give me a microphone, yet torture me with a pen. Can the craft be learned? Truly everybody who can craft the word cannot write a story, and those who tell the best are lost to the ink. My passion and respect truly lie with those who do both best. For me, I am but an imagination at the bottom of a well with no bucket from which to draw.