So long.
Been gone.
I understand the challenge that presents to the few readers I occasionally have.
The problem is one of self-consciousness. And a lack of time. And entropy. No, not inertia. Well, yes, that too. But I really meant entropy.
Which law is that? The third, of thermodynamics? Four children.
No, they’re not on fire. They represent the encroachment, upon my particularly ordered life, of the chaos to which we all must return.
No, not in the nihilist sense. In the buddhist one. They require my presence, my attention, my focus.
They are also amazingly destructive.
I could try to control that tendency, but I think it would be tantamount to breaking them.
No, not like fine china. Yes, like a fine stallion. Or, mare, if you prefer.
We’re equal-opportunity encouragists, around here.
Too post, or not.
Well.
OK.
Tx
A
