For a few years now I have intended to get a blog going. Writing is perhaps the one thing I feel I’m truly talented at: talented in the sense that it has always come naturally to me without significant struggles. Yet, even though I’ve kept journals for the past fifteen years, have written a score of poems, scattered short stories, and some highly ambitious philosophy papers, I’ve done little to express my innermost thoughts to the wider world.
The latter is somewhat odd, as anybody who has met me in person and caught me in a good mood will know that I am not shy about expressing my unreserved opinions about anything and everything. Perhaps the reason I’ve staved off publishing my thoughts until now is that I was concerned that some of my views would detract future employers or would ostracize me from my peers. I’ve reached an age where I no longer care. My thoughts are here for the world, take them or leave them.
I don’t intend to start from the present and project myself outward into the future, though. Last year, a very close friend urged me to bear the gems from my journals to the world, assuring me that they were of such value that it would be a pity to keep them buried in the recesses of ink on paper. I’ve since embarked on the project of identifying the best pieces from the past fifteen years of my undiluted, sometimes altered, state of consciousness. The results of this journey are what I now lay before you, my audience.
These are my starseeds. Tread softly upon them, for you tread on my dreams.
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