Nothing much to report. The world keeps going on and on. Time seemingly passes. I don't know much more now than I knew then. I don't have the desires I once had for another even though it seems the world is geared towards coupledom. I find myself trying to figure out which is best for all and/or best for me until I realize that I don't have to figure out anything. I'm just here exploring that which is seemingly here and wondering why I used the word "just" at the beginning of this sentence.
In the third grade, I received an award for "Asking Questions". That teacher had me pegged. While other kids got awards for "holding my hand during recess" and "playing matchbox cars" (each kid in the class got an individual award), I was a philosopher even back then—a spacewoman jettisoning through the space of her cerebral matter wanting to know, to discover, to experience everything.