REVELATION, or hows law school

How many nights that drift to four AM, spent chasing digressive distractions, must be enjoyed before one realizes the source of one’s nocturnal meanderings lies in a fundamental dissatisfaction with the day’s deeds.  That is to say, one lingers, sleepless, because of a hope that some act will be accomplished– or knowledge, learned; or expression, sung– that will slake a heart’s craving for… happiness???

The solution must be an avowal, a promise to pursue daily at least a shard of one’s dreams, some small slice of satisfaction.   My apparition of a day job is not cutting it anymore.  Expect more photographs.  More programming.  Yes we can.

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