Quotation

"Only when he no longer knows what he is doing, does the painter do good things."
--Edgar Degas

Faith...

So I have this new idea..

...for a sci fi series.  but as usual, i am struggling with the opening part. also, my left shift key has stopped working, and so, excepting for the title above, which i typed with the right shift, there is a serious lack of capital letters.  as you see.  and i've tried cleaning it.  but it doesn't work.  its not entirely easy for me to just use the right shift key instead either, as i use the left regularly.  so, its a fun night.  and probably i will be investing in a new keyboard. take care all.

I am tired..

.. tired.  Need to sleep.  Things are changing a little again.  Or maybe not so much changing as I am coming to want to finally deal with them.  Or have to deal with them.  I don't know.  I am also working on an entirely new story.  Which is a change for me and a breath of fresh air.

I seem to be jumping through different feelings right now from one sentance to another.  But overall, life is good. Take care everyone.

Me.

This Year I...

New Adventure Awaits...

"It is conceivable that some great unexpected mass of matter should presently rush upon us out of space, whirl sun and planets aside like dead leaves before the breeze, and collide with and utterly destroy every spark of life upon this earth... It is conceivable, too, that some pestilence may presently appear, some new disease, that will destroy not 10 or 15 or 20 per cent of the earth's inhabitants as pestilences have done in the past, but 100 per cent, and so end our race... And finally there is the reasonable certainty that this sun of ours must some day radiate itself toward extinction... There surely man must end. That of all such nightmares is the most insistently convincing. And yet one doesn't believe it. At least I do not. And I do not believe in these things because I have come to believe in certain other things--in the coherency and purpose in the world and in the greatness of human destiny. Worlds may freeze and suns may perish, but there stirs something within us now that can never die again."

H. G. Wells, 1902

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