In reading my "A Quarter-Free: Songs of Eleuthera" manuscript again (after eons of its sleeping on a shelf), I was re-awakened to its past, felt its present, dreamed of a future that it envisioned when first born and wondered: How many more eons would it be before my loved Eleuthera (Greek for freedom) would be embraced by Utopian Nirvana? Today, although scarred by past's greedy pursuits, this geographically small but massive in love, truth and beauty island is a starring symbol of a holy tomorrow for the world --- a tomorrow wherein the world, free of greed and malice, will flow with a realistic Utopian love. Since Eleuthera's inception, I have traveled through many worlds and live to enter all that follow leading to this shining star's Utopian Nirvana. Oh, yes, I see the sightless worlds, can smell the mossy damp through which I still must pass. Yet, I have lived and died through lunar tides many time; now I am a quarter-free