This isn't just a tale of me traveling around this world with my partner in romance, in a pop-top hippy van named Wiggles, sailing across oceans on a small sailboat, adventuring on ten dollars a day for two years. It isn't just a story about stealing moon rocks from NASA-naïve, young, in love, insecure-and having sex on them. Or about the gut-wrenching truths that followed-shaped by the hard, echoing walls of prison. This is a story about perspective. How it changes. And how we might intentionally change it to enhance our conscious experience of life. It is about shifting the narrative; claiming prose in life that reaches past what has been systematically muted by the modern ways of thinking and dulled under the flag of scarcity.What follows is a series of vignettes, acute trains of thought, stolen moments from my quest to touch the intangible, and to craft song from the physical notes of reality.