The Author Problem
This website, as befits its author, is flawed.
I'm a sage trapped in a simpleton.
My earliest memory is of a sense of poignancy.
Like most people, I'm learning to love reality the hard way. But I've made some progress, and found that the love is mutual.
I have an unaccountable fondness for everyone I've ever met – even the people I don't like.
I'm probably the world's worst spiritual advisor – I'm promoting the internal voice of wisdom we all have, but don't listen to when it would be most helpful.
Words are pretty useless. Know what I mean?
"You're very thinky." –Amanda
"You're the only person I'd trust to do something stupid with." –Tracy
"You've naught to proffer but pompous esoteric verbiage." –Charles
"You're like Diogenes with a penlight." –Moxie
" ?+?+?+?= " –Bob
"You're just a mental plagiarist. So stay out of my head!" –Elizabeth