Dear friends,
My thoughts of late have turned inward, toward the depths, a roiling, but not in the tumultuous, indiscriminate sense, rather that of the fiery kiln, inarticulate, again, not dumb but visceral, prelingual, magma, of my being, directed thus by the elastic recoil from benighted months of self-imposed self ignorance. The results of this turning, themselves commensurately deep, have renewed my confidence and inspired me to put into words my public manifesto, comprised of every revelation and insight gained through introspection that I feel needs to be shared. Behold:
My thoughts of late have turned inward, toward the depths, a roiling, but not in the tumultuous, indiscriminate sense, rather that of the fiery kiln, inarticulate, again, not dumb but visceral, prelingual, magma, of my being, directed thus by the elastic recoil from benighted months of self-imposed self ignorance. The results of this turning, themselves commensurately deep, have renewed my confidence and inspired me to put into words my public manifesto, comprised of every revelation and insight gained through introspection that I feel needs to be shared. Behold: