On such a time as this, may my words satisfy my hunger to project my thoughts on paper; may they also satisfy, if not suffice, the eyes of whosoever choose to read these same words belonging of a simple man. It is quite a rarity, this sporadic sensation of hungering and desire to write. I believe it is a feeling very surreal, sought after by all, acquired by so few. While music is the art in which I am able to move mountains, shape oceans, and mold universes, my love and respect for those who have sculpted master works of art as well as having taken the cosmos in their hands with only words is truly undying.
I dwell within my thoughts where countless enigmas dwell as if it were their humble abode. Their ideas, riddles, and puzzles are quite vast and unexplored. That having been said, allow me to immediately get out of the way the following statement: doubt and insanity are not all that bad in the mind of one who wishes to know the world and its wonders. My t