ramblings of a tired old man....

after several days of work, I am exhausted…

thoughts swirl around my head but I can’t collect them into
any type of coherent thought…

thinking of language…

with 26 letters, one can create beauty, pain, love, hate, anger, despair,
wonder and sadness…

ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ…

and what does it take to make those 26 letters sing to us?

imagination…

I dream of yesterday, live in today and hope for tomorrow…

the Kantian questions of existence haunts my days and waken me at night…

“What am I to do?”

“What can I believe in?”

“What can I know?”

and I try to make sense of the universe with only 26 letters available to me…

is language the gifts of the gods or the curse of the gods?

what is my other chance to understand the universe?

through time…

tell me, what is time?

using the 26 soldiers of language that we have…

I despair ever being able to explain what I am feeling and thinking
and wondering about…and I am glad you cannot see me… as I truly am…

because those 26 letters leave out as much as they tell…

and only in my imagination can I discover what the words I use are truly
trying to say…

using 26 letters I seek… everything…

Kropotkin

Have you tried napping?

K: that is a totally 21 century answer…
and what is wrong with our “modern times”…

Kropotkin

Totally.