Personal Log
Let it be storm or calm, so we be sailing.
I long have wished to voyage into mid sea,
To give my senses rest from wondering
On this preplexed grammar of the land
Written in men and women, the strange trees,
Herbs, and those things so like to souls, the beasts.
This decade has not slowed in its litany of peculiarities. In such times, nothing offers more security than adherence to a single guiding principle against which all subsequent decisions may be measured. I may have wavered in my own sureties in moments of weakness, yet that principle has not.
All decisions must be measured there. It simplifies matters when duty matches so well to principle. Details remain, and in such times, I will not be distracted or distressed by details.
I might yet benefit from a larger number of reliable relatives not already busy with important tasks. I might as well wish for an end to the Black Road, while I am at it. That may yet be easier to obtain before two decades are out.
I long have wished to voyage into mid sea,
To give my senses rest from wondering
On this preplexed grammar of the land
Written in men and women, the strange trees,
Herbs, and those things so like to souls, the beasts.
This decade has not slowed in its litany of peculiarities. In such times, nothing offers more security than adherence to a single guiding principle against which all subsequent decisions may be measured. I may have wavered in my own sureties in moments of weakness, yet that principle has not.
All decisions must be measured there. It simplifies matters when duty matches so well to principle. Details remain, and in such times, I will not be distracted or distressed by details.
I might yet benefit from a larger number of reliable relatives not already busy with important tasks. I might as well wish for an end to the Black Road, while I am at it. That may yet be easier to obtain before two decades are out.