Many are the arcs that the sun has traced as it traversed the heavenly sphere. I have neglected my duties long enough, and now I must stand and give account under the brutal gaze of the universe.
By which I mean, I should post more often, among other things.
This blog is something of a philosophical expiriment, or challenge. I know no one reads this, and that knowledge provides me with a freedom of thought and expression I might not otherwise have. And yet, this is a “WEB” “LOG.” An instance of journalism the defining characteristic of which is that it is accesible by way of intertrons, and webternets. Therefore, it will be read. Just think of the statistics! The numbers, rank upon rank into near infinity! Surely those shepherds grazing their flocks by night knew not glory akin to this! It is accompanied by that special fear that we call awe, which does not come with the mere light of Heaven, but only with it’s Origin.
Pardon the enormity of my allusions. May I venture to defend myself by suggesting that mathematics is the language Divine? But this is an awful and terrible digression.
The point was… ah yes, my habits. You have certainly figured out by now that I am putting myself between the Rock and hard place (though my vocabulary be towering, I am neither subtle nor subtle). Do I dare attempt such a virtue as Honesty? No, because I am a coward. But I am also a creature of habit, and, knowing this, have endevoured to trick myself into being good.
Someday someone will read this, but I will continue writing as if no one did, just as I always have. And so I will obey and attempt virtue, in spite of myself.
I just completed an impromtue survey of a handful of fomer classmates on That Vicinity Which Is Mine, and I must say I found it unsettling. To encounter not only one, but perhaps even two years of change all in an instant! It leaves one feeling a bit lopsided. I have recovered quickly, however. None of them seem entirely real anymore. The school that once served as one of the lynchpins of my existence is now little more than a vague memory, along with most everything else. The Valley itself, once the origin of my universe, is now but the center of a small cosmology that I sometimes hear fluttering about in the back of my mind.
