Where do I come from? How did I get here? Like this? Well, as a conspiration of the molecules, atoms, events and relationships, history and cataclysms have brought me here.

I live so far away from who I wanted to be when I grew up – a scientist, my world built on what could be proven with measurement, numbers, and

The numeric exponent that might calculate the number of missed possibilities from any final outcome achieved would wrap the world with its length. It’s incalculable. Every word we uttered or

I can hardly write. The words pasted over this morning’s Almanac card slayed me. Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published never forget you are a

“[P]atience with all attempts at changing … is respect bestowed on the present…” Maria Popova This quote, from Maria Popova’s An Almanac of Birds, caused me to pause when I