Hello future world. I'm posting this in 2025, but back-dating it so no one presently notices.
No one in my life or in my family has the slightest idea of what I'm about. Not because I'm secretive, but because people view each other as two-dimensional cartoons (I say this not with clenched bitterness but with a light sigh of blithe acceptance). So as you meet me within these writings, that's as close as one can come. I've withheld nothing. There's no unifying external epiphany to be sought. It's all right here.
I've known love and friendship, but always thin-sliced and sandboxed (not by choice, but by the realities of human purview). So anyone professing to offer insight about me is bullshitting you. Again: nobody knows.
This Slog is a map of my brain. Looking beyond it for personal detail or background color, you'll be poorly nourished. There's little to be gleaned from the tale of who I was. Indeed, while writing this material, I wasn't much of anyone! As a karma yogi, I gamely lost myself in the task.
I feel no regrets about any of this, as I do feel that what I've offered is useful. Please accept it as a personal gift from me to you.
Sunday, March 3, 2024
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