All right, it's been years, but I'm finally ready to start up a blog again. At my own pace, at my own discretion, and at my own desire. A place to file away fleeting thoughts, whatever they may be. Dreams, even, maybe.

So what shall I type? Nothing comes to mind at the moment. Inspiration came about from reading a very introspective blog, which irritated me with its overly naval-gazing philosophy. The ridiculousness of pondering on the proven, as though hoping it to become more mythical than it is! If reducible to an acceptable level of credibility, then REDUCE!

One example of this irritation is the incessant ponderment on a meaning for life, when it should be more than evident to anyone with a mind that life is its own reason. Since organisms first arranged their machinery from the molecules around them, they have existed only to exist. Those who exist, exist - those who do not, do not. There is no point.

It is certainly possible, and definitely desirable, for a human to make a point in life - like the husky without anything to pull, one will go insane without it. Several points are better yet - always good to have backup. But striving for an ambient point is sheer nonsense.

But of course it is the consciousness which drives us. Which drives me - I still have difficulty believing anyone else is truly conscious. This one thing cannot be adequately explained - why am I myself, however many microscopic "myselves" I may be composed of, and no one else? - and I hope fervently that I live to see the day that it can.