It's safe to say that I enjoy writing pretentious tripe, not just in this little box, but most everywhere else as well. With that said, let it be known that I am in constant awe of one thing or another... whether it's what my eyes can or cannot see, or what these ears can or cannot hear; I am in a perpetual state of consternation... bending, waxing, and waning along the experiential spectrum with pure terror at one end and a womb-like comfort at the other. Regardless, there is a pervasive sense of reverence that unites the spiral that I will, perhaps, never escape. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: : :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :
