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Who can calculate the orbit of his own soul?

About me

Introduction	I harbor quiet ambitions, few accomplishments, and a nervous fear in my eyes. Once dreaming of a wife, a job, my parents being happy grandparents, not being permitted to enter the fields of my five college degrees ended that. With only honesty, patience, and dependability to offer, I am but a rusty old truck, abandoned in the woods, earning less than I cost, with no one to care for me as I diminish. * My interests endure: Christmastime, walking in the woods, The Transformers, Calvin and Hobbes, Def Leppard, book collecting, the Bible, guitar-playing, Blade Runner, astronomy, and the technology of Apple. I wanted to be a Christian, and I wanted to be a rock star, and I studied both relentlessly for many, many wonderful years. But there is no reality beyond our own. * I know enough in most subject areas to cause damage, but not enough to build things of value. A tangled mess of wires wrapped up inside a tired pile of muscles and bones, I am kept alive by both a river of blood refreshed by food and air, and by the decisions I make, hidden behind the walls of my mind, far off in the distance, nearly lost along my dusty trail of precious memories and sharp reactions. End of line...

Introduction

I harbor quiet ambitions, few accomplishments, and a nervous fear in my eyes. Once dreaming of a wife, a job, my parents being happy grandparents, not being permitted to enter the fields of my five college degrees ended that. With only honesty, patience, and dependability to offer, I am but a rusty old truck, abandoned in the woods, earning less than I cost, with no one to care for me as I diminish. *** My interests endure: Christmastime, walking in the woods, The Transformers, Calvin and Hobbes, Def Leppard, book collecting, the Bible, guitar-playing, Blade Runner, astronomy, and the technology of Apple. I wanted to be a Christian, and I wanted to be a rock star, and I studied both relentlessly for many, many wonderful years. But there is no reality beyond our own. *** I know enough in most subject areas to cause damage, but not enough to build things of value. A tangled mess of wires wrapped up inside a tired pile of muscles and bones, I am kept alive by both a river of blood refreshed by food and air, and by the decisions I make, hidden behind the walls of my mind, far off in the distance, nearly lost along my dusty trail of precious memories and sharp reactions. End of line...