I had a thought... I had a million thoughts. And no conclusions. A potpourri of misplaced rants. My fascination with words seems seamless after all. Misleading as it is, I often find myself pouring out chains of alphabets that don't neccesarily mean anything. Perhaps then, I should add some meaning too.

Beethoven on the TV, sun streaming into the parlor, a big fat couch and my over-charged gray matter splattered on the walls. Endless brooding over a lost cause, caught in a game of power...

We all desire power, one way or another. Like anything else, there are gradations, there is the lower class of power, there is the upper class, and everything inbetween. I call it the horizontal heirarchy. But of course, not everyone will agree with my heirarchy, the one that places power through money on the lowest rung! This is where the vertical cuts through... making a Daedalean maze out of something that could be simple! But that's what makes life what it is. Complications, puzzles, and unanswered questions give meaning to life!

Two weeks later, the above doesn't make sense. That is why I don't believe in drafts.