A cup of warm milk is easier then a lullaby, softer than a blanket. More impressionable then a shroud burnt image. Maybe this time our difficult vision will come together. And familiar friends will once again see themselves, being the best people they are.

Thirsting a thirsty thirst as they crucify the seventh of nine lives. Twelve witnesses debate a cup half full, half empty, half full. The call and response, a warm rain, a cup of wine. These acts of spirit make one hungry, those acts of compassion make one feel fed.

Ladies and Gentleman, I give you, River City Extension.