Secretive Thought, entirely unfitting as an introduction, but still here

Were this not a place - which it is - that should reflect myself and since no mirror would be called that without at least marginally showing what itself is shown i had to sit back and get where the inner self that i constantly seem to be erring away from resides, i gladly would resort to jander about thoughts, words and innards of the things beyond words...

Yet, in this secretive moment with myself i doubt the worth of it - if i can shed words, why not make them meaningful? i am not usually a man of many words, since one tends to diminish them with careless use (i do at least, or so i think)

Thus i will, or so i think in this state of believe, reduce the number of those words and see whether there is something that does enrich the value of those words instead.

This will need time, since i often am seeking like a blind man for doors in walls i have built myself - although i doubt a blind man could ever be as blind as i am, seening.

But never mind, if the best thing i can do i stumbling, stumble i will, for the pleasure of my audience, but a way walked slowly is still gone, one could say. i pray patience, even if i don't deserve.

Thus i keep the navigation bar to the right for now as it has been, but use it it with caution: it does not lead where i really am, only where i might have been. *grin*

Now, be well and mind Puck's last words.
Until we meet again, or: next year in Jerusalem.

Jakob