Socrates believed that the gods provided us with a type of insanity. The illness was responsible for poetry, mysticism, love, and philosophy. He called it Divine Madness. We call it intuition, inspiration, the muse. Regardless, I have been contaminated. This blog is an attempt to share the ramblings in my head by the subtle stroking of keys. I'm going to touch upon those situations that move me and define me as human.
Are you really going to eat me?
Short and sweet here. I'm taking Thanksgiving week off. Everyone have a good one and enjoy time with your families. I will have tons to say when I return.