Errata in the Boundary of Night
The beauty of having an orphan blog is that occasionally it can act as a sounding board to one's own private conversations with the self. I am honestly getting tired of LI. Yet, like an addict I visit it everyday, read "stuff," and then launch into diatribes inspired by my father, who would often say, "Short words move men." He has a reverence for Churchill. It's been a difficult thing to navigate the world, to make choices that improve not only my well-being but for that of others, too. I haven't grown so much disillusioned as I have been feeling like I am merely absorbing the disillusionment of others. There are plenty of stories out there attempting to reform the dark underbelly of life by only shining a light on it. Few provide options. It's a lot of bitching and moaning. Guilty as charged. So now I am trying to follow people who create things either in Art or Science. Though I was at the Engineering School at Cornell, if I had to do it all over