Blog: weblog, web log. Does one actually exist if one does not exist electronically and be summed up at once by all those interested enough to peer into your mindless musings and meaningless meandering? Has expression found new soil in man's eternal quest to be heard and understood - if only by himself and then only barely so? Perhaps. I am, for now, happy. It is the wine in the middle of the glass, nether so light nor heavy in the mouth that thoughts transport your wants elsewhere. Shall there be a common sence of rant? Or will this be a forum of the singular? Shall I expound to the faithless readers upon one subject in this my self-destructive and introspective spiral that has been my existence this time, or perhaps it has always been like this; or should I be as the philosophers of old, carousing about the public places, with a class in tow, talking of everything and everyone? WHo knows? I am sure that it shall be as unstilled the bubbling brook that is my mind. Deep as the dark Pacific at night, lonely and haunting as the nameless soujourner in the woods, and as free as the Summer breezes. All these questions and still no answers. We are as one madly dashing car upon the rollercoaster of our destiny - careening towards to the precipice and yet the children within the car are as ever fighting. Our soul within yearns to reach and speak, not just with one another as we have done for millenia, but eventually to our one creator. Whence shall be the day and afternoon that we shall walk together again in the green gardens of our forgotten youth? To talk freely and ask, "What the blazes were you thinking"?

I shall write more again.