I had a dream about you last night. In this dream we were walking down the beautiful Japanese streets of Florida. Fukuoka is nice in the summer.

I had a dream about you. Youd never been in an elevator before and Id never been in love. I said I could help you and you said you could help me. I got excited because you were so beautiful but I was quickly let down when you introduced me to your friend who looked like a horse and sang like Miley Cyrus.

I think about this not like someone thinking but like someone breathingAnd I look at flowers and I smile...I dont know if they understand meOr if I understand themBut I know the truth is in them and in meAnd in our common divinityOf letting ourselves go and live on the EarthAnd carrying us in our arms through the contented SeasonsAnd letting the wind sing us to sleepAnd not have dreams in our sleep.

Many years later when I began training as a plastic surgeon I understood something that I had not that day in the kitchen arguing for Thalia to leave Tinos for the boarding school. I learned that the world didnt see the inside of you that it didnt care a whit about the hopes and dreams and sorrows that lay masked by skin and bone. It was as simple as absurd and as cruel as that. My patients knew this. They saw that much of what they were would be or could be hinged on the symmetry of their bone structure the space between their eyes their chin length the tip projection of their nose whether they had an ideal nasofrontal angle or not.Beauty is an enormous unmerited gift given randomly stupidly.

As I look back on my life I think of how few rules should be followed. As for men we must learn bravery and live for Pleasure and for Beauty. More important than those two things should stand only one thing for us... Honor. A mans honor should be more sacred to him than his life especially in our age a time when very few men know what honor is.

As for you girls you must risk everything for Freedom and give everything for Passion loving everything that your hearts and your bodies love. The only thing higher for a girl and more sacred for a young woman than her freedom and her passion should be her desire to make her life into poetry surrendering everything she has to create a life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in her imagination.

That thing over there was more there than its thereYes sometimes I cry about the perfect body that doesnt exist.But the perfect body is the bodiest body there can beAnd the rest are the dreams men haveThe myopia of someone who doesnt look very much

...and then in dreaming The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me that when I waked I cried to dream again.

Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's laws wrong, it learned to walk without having feet. Funny, it seems to by keeping it's dreams; it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared.

The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.