Monthly Archives: January 2005

After Our Summer is Gone

Just because we stop, the world does not see fit to up and quit: although we think our present season the focus of the universe. Just because our silicon has returned back to native dust, and what we’ve turned with … Continue reading

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The Seeker’s Lament

For forty years I’ve sought some kind of truth and come up empty-handed, more or less. What dreams I held like treasures in my youth have lost their gleam; my hands, their tenderness. The journey has not gone as I … Continue reading

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For Starlight Born with Robbie Burns

Although some celebrate today the Scotsman’s favorite bard, my day is elsewise occupied and I shall find it hard to think of he whose “Auld Lang Syne” will ring out through the night. For this day someone else was born … Continue reading

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The Starting Point

Like all Capricorns, I suppose, I am continually attempting to fashion some kind of theory of the universe. In conjunction with that astrological impetus, my real world experience in information systems technical support insists that this theory include a practical … Continue reading

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An End to Parables

I’ve spent a life in parables, disguising my ideas in costumes and strange metaphors deliberately unclear and so perhaps convinced the world that I’m a harmless quack, imagining just chimeras with no spine in their backs. But recently, while looking … Continue reading

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Communication for a New Age

This is primarily an intro to several chains-of-thought that make up the bigger picture. They probably will not be chained together in this way once each of them has been fleshed out a bit more. Each historical age is determined … Continue reading

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More on Sanity and Madness

Who could imagine their ancestors all stark raving mad, or at least each generation marking out as bad an apple flung far from the tree, opposed to status quo and causing much embarrassment, endless grief and woe? Yet isn’t it … Continue reading

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