As infinite as the external reaches of the universe, so are the internal depths of the mind. And, in such, the whole of life seems to be the equivalent of an incomplete thought. Origin unknown. Destination undefined... -The Renaissance Man, Michael Angelo Smith
I am finally starting this blog after years of broken promises, months of nitpicking, and days of overthinking. And here it is, raw and uncaring; love it if you may and hate it if you must. The idea behind this blog, and everything that may branch from this seed (after more overthinking and nitpicking of … Continue reading The Renaissance Man
Two weeks into my thirty-second year of yet another three hundred and sixty-five—or is it sixty-six this time?—days of revolving orbit around the celestial G2V yellow dwarf. The world continues to turn and the universe operates with a business as usual attitude; uncaring and demanding. I’m grateful for that. I am grateful in the way … Continue reading Room 32. The Door Opens; There Stands the Universe.