Poetry/philosophy/ideas are the inexhaustible ore of existence.  You can fashion them into tools, weapons, or marvelous engines of wonder.   Given this premise, it behooves me to hone my refining process, so that instead of a dull rock, I can hand someone a sparkling gem.

The slower parts of society are always trying to monopolize our time with junk code.  So let’s get to hacking.  Let’s use creativity/perspective/discipline to gain minutes here, an hour there, so forth and so forth. Eventually these “walls” will become hurdles, then surfboards, and after that…hell, we’ll have a blast riding the malleable waves of existence.

I can be told every kind/encouraging word possible, but in the end, I will do it or I won’t.  Whether I succeed is out of my control; the only thing I can control is my intensity and my effort.  I’ll be damned if fault is found in either.   (I’ll also be damned in a…