These are Memoirs of Another Kind. Now I know that our world is no more permanent than a wave rising on the ocean. Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink on paper. We must use whatever methods we can to understand the movement of the universe around us and time our actions so that we are not fighting the currents, but moving with them.

A pointless meandering through middle age-hood. No one asked you, so shut up. You have a job to do. One that you chose and that treats you very well. You were gifted by God with an ability that few others were blessed with and for that I am eternally grateful.