Like so many journals I have begun, like so many projects still unfinished, like so many things I have begun before, this blog reflects yet another failure in my growing list of failures. I am not exceptional, though I would like you to believe that I am. I am not special except to a few people. In fact, in most things I say and do, I am quite unremarkable. Quite mundane, even boring, there are no noteworthy events in my life that would set me apart from anyone else. A hypothetical existence, laced with hyperbole and lies. So much now that I scarcely know myself anymore.
Sad, isn't it? A lifetime reduced in mere sentences, stripped completely of all accomplishments, achievements, and awards. Left wholly without substance or form, my life is a wisp of vapor.... Pardon me, Passing through.....
