I haven't thought about much for a while, but after reading my blog entries from five years ago, when I thought I was thinking, I realize now that I probably should stop thinking. Because I can't. Do it well. Remarkable, how long delusions can perpetuate.
I'll be adding to this blog. No one will read it. That's OK. If someone did read it, I'd be even more embarrassed than I am now, comfortably anonymous. Because dullards like me shouldn't attempt to be insightful.
Funny thing is, I tried to make a living at that. Fatuousness multiplied by ineptitude, equals such a nullity, it's bewildering.
Back I am. Am I back. Start with one word. Sentience. Unfortunate, that.
I'll be adding to this blog. No one will read it. That's OK. If someone did read it, I'd be even more embarrassed than I am now, comfortably anonymous. Because dullards like me shouldn't attempt to be insightful.
Funny thing is, I tried to make a living at that. Fatuousness multiplied by ineptitude, equals such a nullity, it's bewildering.
Back I am. Am I back. Start with one word. Sentience. Unfortunate, that.