this here. a possibe place.

Marx writes: "Every beginning is difficult, holds in all sciences."
Hemingway writes: "The hardest part of writing is the words."

i use these two quotes to give validity to my overwhelming difficultly in this, our endevor. i am without words and i offer no beginning. only, something needs to be tried. you know it because this world doesn't make sense and we are at odds with our sanity. we need our own hands to grapple with the dirt. and we need the dirt to balance our sails, steady ourselves. we need dirt because we need flight. here i/we am/are spirling out of control. may my words be my ballast. may our words be our world made sane.