I sat at my desk one day looking at all the stuff I was supposed to do and thought, "I can't keep doing this. I don't even want to." I got tired just thinking of it all. "This is boring and I'm frustrated. I can't wait until I go to sleep tonight. Time is running out. I can't even stand to look at my face full of jowl and wrinkle. I've gotten fat and my body is getting stiff and painful. I don't have the drive, the energy, the stamina. I think I'm depressed. I blew it. Where did all the years go? I'm old." Desperate, I decided to ask the legendary, ever-renewing Green Man for help. All my life I have prided myself on being self-sufficient, that I can do it myself. But now my life feels stymied. I'll write him a letter, like kids write to Santa Claus. I know this seems absolutely crazy, I must be bonkers, but here it goes. Let's just see what happens. Maybe this will trigger some new ideas, perhaps a dream or a vision, or some kind of "what the bleep" channeling thing.