I often wonder why Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall... was it his egg shaped physique that threw him? Perhaps he was contemplating the great mysteries of life. And, why couldn't all the king's horses and men put humpty together again?
Well, like Humpty, I like to sit on walls and contemplate life. Some days I fall and it seems like nothing can put me together again, but then there are other times I fall, cracked open, exposed and vulnerable, interestingly enough, I rise. I am amazed at our resiliency.
This is my first post, and I guess like most people who create a blog site they are either bored, contemplating, looking for their voice or an audience to listen to them. I think I am all of the above. I feel like I need a little reflection... who I am and where I am going next. Life is good, but is there more? I don't mean that in a selfish manner - grateful for what I got, but something is eluding me and perhaps a little free form verse on a public blog, instead of hiding away in my composition books of short stories or verse will be a bit more liberating.
Here goes... oh yeah, and be patient...centuries later, even the greatest of minds haven't figured out what constitutes existence other than that - I type, therefore I am. And, I am not interested in arguing about wax.
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