So, other than the desire to please those I know (somewhat) and love (heartily), I sit here and wonder what I hope to achieve by starting a blog. I think I may be the billionth customer, so there is no mystery. I can't teach you anything that you don't already know, and I think I've muzzled my ego enough to not fool myself into believing my insights are much more than bubbles of nothingness in this life's champagne (however an occasional flourish can be satisfying:). So why waste our time in this self-indulgent dribble (no I came up with a rationale...I just need to put in the obligatory build up ... to the dramatic pause...)?
The reason (are you ready for my mission statement:) will simply be this, to share myself with those who are interested, to remind myself of things I know, and to perhaps use this to store ideas and and words and memories better not forgotten. I can't even suggest that everything here will be original or even remotely my own, hell, I stand by the postulate that immature poets imitate; mature poets steal. What I can promise you is that when I write, I will attempt to be nakedly honest, steal a quote (and cleverly work it into my prose), and be mildly amusing (the latter to cover my discomfort with my inherent humanity and imperfection).
In my beginning is my end, and to do so I'd like to leave you with the following koan:
Ryokan, a Zen master, lived the simplest kind of life in a little hut at the foot of a mountain. One evening a thief visited the hut only to discover there was nothing to steal.
Ryokan returned and caught him. "You have come a long way to visit me," he told the prowler, "and you should not return empty-handed. Please take my clothes as a gift."
The thief was bewildered. He took the clothes and slunk away.
Ryokan sat naked, watching the moon. "Poor fellow," he mused, "I wish I could have given him this beautiful moon."