Where do I begin? Where does anyone begin?

With questions, I suppose.

Questions have fascinated me, deepened me, tortured me, distracted me, consoled me. Questions guide my pen, color my life, work my soul. I love the unanswerable ones most of all (though that took a couple of decades).

I can't lay claim to much, or anything for that matter. Sometimes I think the cosmos could be boiled down to an equation. If so all my thoughts, dreams, achievements, failures could be calculated in advance. And if that's the case, what am I but an infinitesimal component? A karmic wind-up doll? One tiny pixel in God's great game?

There are those questions again. Oh well, I might as well write in the meantime. I kind of enjoy it.