I wasn't allowed to watch much TV growing up. My sister and I each got to choose one hour per week. I chose MacGuyver. To fill the other idle, indoor childhood hours, my folks had the notion to surround me with the infamous yellow-trimmed magazine, National Geographic. Harvested from the local thrift stores, hundreds of issues lined our floor-to-ceiling shelves. They dated back decades. I arranged them chronologically and knew the precise location of my favorites. Spread out on the living-room floor I would float for hours on a sea of chrome. It is with that documentary direction that you find me. - PCB
We are the witnesses through which the universe becomes conscious of its' glory.
- Alan Watts