then I’ll dig a tunnel from my window to yours

Winter storm watch tomorrow.  Soon it will be time to sleep.

I have so much I want to say.  So many important thoughts about loss and redemption, time’s absolution, etc., etc., etc..  But why write them?  Why bother with the transcriptions?  Nothing I ever write here will mean anything to anyone, including me.  I don’t want to remember what if felt like when I thought I had the world conquered, that I knew the deepest secrets that God never intended to reveal to Man.  What it comes down to in the end is that I am a child and I know nothing.  I will always be a child.  I will always know nothing. 

"Knowing nothing is better than knowing it all."

And that’s true enough.  The truth is a terrifying beast.  And it will eat you.