Well there is one good thing about being up at this time of the morning, and that is that there is a lot fewer distractions, which may or may not be a good thing, but here I am, trying to do what I am doing, in the hope that one of these days I will have said something, that just might have been worth reading.
Only time will tell whether or not that is the case.
I like to believe that history will be kind to me, if history remembers me at all. I guess that is why I am doing all of the things that I am doing as far as my writing is concerned, and that I am doing what it is that I can do as far as trying to save all of the things that I am writing.
Not that I am kidding myself by saying that what I am writing is all that profound, it is the fact that it has been written at all, that makes it important, at least to me. God only knows whether or not all of this will amount to anything at all.
Time begins,
time ends,
faster then we can imagine that
that it will be.
Knowing the beginning from the end.
Having the time of my life.
That life is one hundred percent fatal.
What we do between now and then,
is matter of debate.
It is all good.