posted on Mar, 8 2010 @ 08:28 PM
In the past few years personal discoveries have been revealing themselves to me, patiently explaining that claiming knowledge or wisdom will not make
it so. Explaining that the nuances and exceptions in this world far outweigh the norm, so far to the point of embodying the norm, and that attempting
to make sense of it all would only make me wild. This is probably what carried me to ATS; not searching for
the truth, but rather, as K. Gibran
eloquently said,
a truth.
Formalities abandoned, I’m writing to you this evening from a darkened room, perched in my chair with only a soft glow from the monitor for
light. There is a large mug of freshly made liquorice tea steaming on the desk - it’s still too hot to drink, so while it’s cooling I’ll
introduce myself. Like most who frequent ATS, I enjoy reading and indulge in it often, occasionally trekking the Canadian wilderness (as wild as a
small town can get). I’m sixteen and recently encountered funk music, hoping to expand my music repertoire.
That’s about it, warm greetings to all who may wander across this post.