Here We Go Again
The urge reemerges yet again. I desire to attempt the Herculean feat of developing a blog where the thoughts pestering my mind find fertile soil in which to germinate or at least lay dormant until I feed and water them. I am not Hercules. I lack his many attributes: incredible strength of not only body but of mind; persistence and fortitude, focus and determination. Even now, as I struggle with uncovering the essence of the thoughts I attempt to convey here, other distractions divert my attention like trying to play music on Spotify on my tablet, the same on which I am scribing this piece, ignoring the staccato bleating of laughter erupting teenagers sitting only a few tables away from me at the Barnes and Noble Starbuck's at which I regularly write. So why embark on such a journey, ill-fated, doomed from the start, a vessel, not seaworthy, piloted by a landlubber, contented to spend his days, not on the seas, but pouring over maps of those seas, collecting the tools necessary to...