A warm night, clear skies... high on LSD (for the first time in my life) in a beautiful cabin in rural Australia, listening to Pink Floyd (cliché, I know, I was laughing to myself at how cliché it was as it was happening, but it really was just the perfect fit for the moment), gazing at the stars, realizing that there comes a point in each and every one of our lives where we have to make a choice whether we want to become a "part of the vastness" or a "part of the nothingness" and making the choice that I most definitely want to become a father as we are the creators, and having children is the most creative and important thing one can do as a human being.

A very surreal experience that, strangely enough, was also one of the realest experiences I've ever had.

I'm not a father yet but that night changed me in a profound sense and I'm working hard every day to become the best man I can be for my future wife and the best dad I can be for my future children.

I also wrote something down that night. I think of it as a poem in and of itself so I guess the "poetic" aspect of the moment should be double or triple checked: