January 17, 2002
There appeared on the horizon today a small ray of hope offered from an unexpected source. It is unlikely to amount to anything significant, but the mere fact of its existence is greatly encouraging. And the nature of its origin delights, amuses me. It has a circular reference: Ouroborus, the Wheel of Time, what goes around comes around. In a darker vein, there's a certain cosmic symmetry in the origin, given the past that is/was. The flexible nature of time seems to occupy me as I write this. I believe that is important, but I know not why or how.