One champions many things and none at all.

The world at large encompasses somebody and nobody at once. It is difficult to write when one does not know what to say--but is there anything to be said? Perhaps what is written here is nothing but a mere attempt to understand what it is that I want to write about. The therapeutic aspect of writing is all about letting things out for one to analyze--but most important, one is able to see what one is at that point in time. Time-- Doesn't everything have to do with time in this world? One loves in time; one dies in time; one lives in time...I stop to think whether there is any type of etymological connection between "love" and "life". One must merely go to the ancients; the ones that fixed our thought patterns for us.