They are really leaves in the wind, words that would otherwise have been thrown away, passing through my mind and vanishing but this is a small attempt to change that. I don't know why the personal need is there. I can think of a few reasons.
Zero views, a very lonely two words. Sometimes I think that will sum up my life, the obituary reading, "He was full of himself, leaving this world with zero views." I'm saddened by that but soon enough given time, the physics of the universe, entropy, every living being on this planet will be there with me, caught in a little slice of time passed, in the present having zero views. It's a present we will not see, beyond the past; we can't get there.
On that very cheery note I'll start this blog, a jumping-off point to others to come on different subjects. Lifetimes seem very long things to a child but they are limiting. Living is limiting. Ideas and thoughts well up overflowing from Artois. Catch that water and drink.
