Herein lies madness. Forever a search for truth, even though truth proves as ephemeral as ever, malleable and mutable. If there is a truth, it is that there is no truth, or, at the very least, that language has rendered truth unknowable.
Raised Catholic, at one time even to go so far as training for the clergy, this apple's since fallen, or risen, deep into pagan ways. At the very least, I am thankful for my Catholic past for helping to instill a passion for symbols, for meaning and unmeaning, especially these curious little symbols we scrawl on paper and call words...
