I give you both special thanks because I look for any excuse to
understand my own thinking processes better; I'm too much in the
present moment and have to keep looking at the past and...
well... save _everything_ so i can get memory cues.
You both inspired me to coalesce my thinking a little better...
and what you inspired me to write will go into my 'temporary
brain-dump'-everything Book... and MAYBE someday, if I can get a
really mean editor who is harsh and unforgiving with ... cutting
words... or get a summarizer... or learn to categorize to
regular standards... these concepts you helped me comprehend
from within myself will end up there... in a form that _might_
help somebody else understand themselves a little better..
understand the world a little better.
I write as if I could be dead before I wake up. I'm not gloating
or bragging or anything... it's just how I roll. "What if these
were your last words?" and I try to make them count. "What if
the very real person on the other end of the Internet had only
me and I had to come up with the EXACTLY PERFECT construction of
words to convey a concept that they wanted/needed to hear?
Hence, the strange desperation and excessive enthusiasm from me.
Getting ideas out is like trying to squeeze a tube of toothpaste
through an unyielding pin hole to brush the teeth of a dragon
before he has a chance to exhale. It's exhillerating, really.
