It’s easy to write here. Start markdown file in editor. Write some detritus of stuff. Maybe add a photo. Write some more. Figure out there was something I wanted to say. Should I just delete the cruft? I don’t think so. Cruft is valuable. I can write cruft here with morning coffee or an evening of barely watching some historic documentary. Then since it all syncs all around I have it all when I return to it next day or that afternoon. Or whenever. So today I uncovered seminal truths or questions which maybe are not so much cruft.
So perhaps where I am at is what one person said somewhere,
I don’t know what love is. I just know when it’s gone.
I doubt the love went away. I also don’t think you can define it by it’s opposite. Maybe it just changes deep within. Becomes this other facet of some diamond in the soul.
We live in. At least that’s what the Kinks said about their historic wonder song Lola. I am the least of those understanding it all. I do wonder about things. Sometimes do as Socrates bid us do. Examine them. For me it’s writing here. Returning to blog.