I am just getting started. I am just beginning.
Today is the second day of the first of my life.
If that fat lady doesn't stop singing we will never get out of here. What does it mean for my first self to relate to my second self through a third self? Am I just an amalgamation of finite and infinite? Is it true that despair is the only universal?
Since Christ has released me to a new kind of life, is it not just my responsibility but also my great joy to live it?
Why do some people never learn to tip? Is this a reflection on their nature, nurture or a willful continual defiance of their innate generosity?
If I never return to blog on this page, did this really happen?
