From Scratch

The process of reinventing oneself does not play out like Houdini's magical feats where the fool of a devil puts his head under the axe and struggle till it falls only to reveal himself as one of the audience his perpetrators head rolling in place of his own. No. The art of reinvention clocks a piecemeal course from the dawn of a life to its dusk. Slow and steady like the sun.No. More like a meteor which wanders from one pond of gravity fields to another, slow enough to be smacked of course but fast enough to escape the sleepy repose of more gentle heavenly giants. This is not a blog of opinions or information, rather a stream of observation directed through mirrors and lives to questions.
 I abandon pretense of any responsibility towards any topic here dealing with the nature of inquiry or inquiry as per my mood and ranting madly like a wench when the mood takes me because this soliloquy is my quest and my reward is a continuation of thought. Thoughts which are mirrors of the soul to the tourist and bread and butter of the philosopher.Let me build this cacophony of life and sound and words into a page of scratches.. A verbose and unpretentious ambition if you will. Hello.