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Chapter One 'There is freedom, yet confusion in Chaos... There is peace, yet burden in Order... There is beauty, yet waste in Repose... Only in the desperate synchronicity of the Wilderness, in it's fragile majesty, will one find Perfection...."md New Orleans has gone Rogue. Pretty much as a status quo, from the very beginning and to this day. As with most scoundrels, one hears much from afar, but all is quiet in the eye of the storm. And, as with many localities in this north american nation, regardless of the shifting predilections of fervent factions which through time have become associated with the areas of their convergence, has found itself unable to fully distance itself from the 'other side'. Perhaps it is solely confrontational, perhaps it is the universal appeal of Jazz or an enchantment with a rag time that preceded and followed the antebellum, this embrace of the contrary. Wherein there is waste there are diamonds is a truth most, when wrassling

Forward and Premise "Tell me, how different are the Horizons you see from the Horizons you Ponder? Do they, in naked truth, not blend? " In order to navigate this volume, it is necessary that one is able to effectively parse the slew of colloquiallisms and cliche from one's own independent (and unprecedented), theories and emotions. As thinkers in a world of muscle memory & comfort zones, it is paramount that we re-examine beliefs that hinge mostly on wisdom from those who've come before. There are, as the preceding phase indicates, a blend of two horizons as I travel, only to return home to find my odyssey is only beginning. While this piece can be summarized as a travel journal that is expressed via 'stream-of-consciousness', a few nuances lend more to it's categorization as a temporeal-based philosophical discusssion with the reader. Though I cannot claim to know your thoughts, I do endeavor to consider them as I form my own. Because of this, the