I travel along the contours of your body, as you journey into the off-roads of your psyche. There are no chance encounters as we tread along that one same path, together yet apart. My touch is your surging awareness, that may stumble across the unremembered, fall in the grooves of fragmentation, dive into the primordial and resurrect the innocent dwellings of the child within you.  We are going  home .  — Steve Karle

I travel along the contours of your body, as you journey into the off-roads of your psyche. There are no chance encounters as we tread along that one same path, together yet apart. My touch is your surging awareness, that may stumble across the unremembered, fall in the grooves of fragmentation, dive into the primordial and resurrect the innocent dwellings of the child within you.

We are going home.

— Steve Karle