Many things start in confusion. It may be the inherent nature of things. So it was when this blog was created, in the brilliant idea-wave that feels like it will break a dam right across the world, that the idea was inevitably lost in the transition from the mind to the keyboard-screen duo.
This curse which is on most creatures capable of complex thought processes when coupled with another universal truth which is that nothing matters in the absolute sense, everything is an illusion, and things like that, forces these thinking creatures to come to conclusions like:
"I could not become anything: neither bad nor good, neither a scoundrel nor an honest man, neither a hero, nor an insect. And now I am eking out my days in my corner, taunting myself with the bitter and entirely useless consolation that an intelligent man cannot seriously become anything and only a fool can become something." -Fyodor Dostovsky Notes from Underground
Not to take literally the words like 'days' and 'corner' and 'taunting myself' and running them through all possibilities, like an iguana thinking this watching the sunset, and mindful of the anger expressed by many people when the universe was created, all a man can hope for is to find a corner for himself.
Nevertheless, some things get done.
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