My writing ability is proportional to the amount of time spent writing. Not much time spent today. English still is my second language although I was raised on Long Island. My first language is mind confusion and wander lust. I never focused on the written words and it shows. Today, my life stories go untold.

Journalism or writing was never a goal in my life. My thoughts are random, scatter like some high energy gamma ray taking an electron off some gold foil, e.g., the Compton affect. While the observer never understand the pathway or energy levels for each electron. So my written words reflects this thought scatter. To focus, to bring clarity, to entertain, to teach and to understand is me becoming a writer.

Within the server, my words are kept. Maybe not forever, because forever is an absolute and there are no absolutes only maybes. Thank God for the Moore’s law, it deals with the cost of computer memory storage, else the memory and these word would be forgotten much sooner. How’s that random thought doing.

 

We seem to love the most of those who pass by quickly. Why is this?

Some creature, hopefully a child's child of mine, will read these. If you do there are secret treasures to be found, some in your past, some for your future, but you must search to find them. Not only are they found here, but many are within you. It’s not easy living, but it beats most alternatives. Ye, sometimes its better to die.

God knows all and he cares, I still believe. He is wise in his direction for each of us, our failures or so called negative events,  in your life is a some greater purpose. They mold one.  Positive events never change an individual, only to reinforce current behavior, it's failures that cause one reality and change in ones direction or belief to occur.

I lived and still live a good life. It’s been fun, so now I begin to tell my story, pay attention. One or two paragraphs at a time, It goes too fast. Love ya Peter November 21, 2010