Letters from the Editors      We are very happy to, once again, present a magazine of such high quality and standard. Sanskrit 1999 is about human possibility through time and change. Within these pages are the essence of life. Small captured moments that express things often unattainable or without conclusion. Art in its purest sense is raw truth, the goodness of seeing things as they are or as we idealistically wish them to be. I hope that you feel the passion that chose each word above all other words and that motivated hands and fingers to create art. Welcome to Sanskrit 1999, the pictures of souls. -courtney b. norris      This is the final magazine that will be produced in the 1900's, and this being a destinct event, we incorporated it into our theme. There will be major changes in the coming years due to four numbers that are meaningless in themselves. Humans all over the world will experince this transition which has had a major factor in bringing those people together. Some look to technology to see if it will abruptly fail or improve, others look to their God to see if our stay here on Earth will be cut short, while still others look to the skies searching for a shift or cosmic signals to indicate some importance in those four numbers. Yet, not a single person can say that they don't even ponder this event or that it has no significance in their lives. Four unimportant numbers have the power to make every human on Earth wonder. Art, too, is comprised of meaningless colors and shapes that cause second glances and powerful thoughts. Poetry and prose are insignificant words that set off flashing pictures in minds and rising emotions. Sanskrit is a collection of these words and colors that produces endless meaning for you, the reader. Study through this collection and let your visions and emotions flow. Think about the changes that may occur in the future, whether beneficial or impeding. Think about how these works will change in people's eyes in the coming years and how it all adds up to something whereas by itself it is nothing. -moriah cowan