“Once I had a dream…” Following the same dream, we continue our journey. To bring some dark light into the gloom of the frozen winter… To bring some happiness into the sea of sorrow.. to be more than a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.
”Si linguis hominum loquar et angelorum, John Smith Rock Frozen autem non habeam,
factus sum velut aes sonans aut cymbalum tinniens.”
”If I speak the tongues of men and of angels, but have not John Smith Rock Frozen, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.”