Preface

Please welcome me to the Blog World!

I have started several blogs over the years -- and never continued posting entries. The first act of creation saw no second or third act.

Why has it been so?

Perhaps because I am a simple guy of the old school: I love pens and paper. I do, passionately, and I have lots of great-looking pens and notebooks.

I have put to words my thoughts in different notebooks, small and large, inexpensive and pricey, in calligraphic writing and in chicken's scratches.

But there is always this nagging and frightening admonition from a French philosopher, whose name I can no longer recall: that only heaven knows what may be made of those not-too-innocent ramblings on the page after the writer's death.

And those thoughts were thoughts of passion and drama and desires and secrets of the soul.

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And so, I am transporting my previous notes on paper onto this electronic world to which I have access any time of the day, any place in the world -- and I will pour in more words as the days go by and passions soar.

And what will happen to my old notebooks, in which I confided the terrifying torments and ramdom rages of my heart and mind?

Burn them -- and offer their flames to the heavens.