Questions, questions without answers. A blank cardboard box, full of pieces that don’t quite fit. And when one section seems to come together it reveals an image unexpected, confused and slightly off. The answer makes no sense. But, what was the question? Thus, the cycle continues until one dismisses the questions one knows have no answers and seek facts which one knows must be true. One seeks knowledge that is solid and sure. Knowledge without variables. Or in which the variables are limited to manageable quantities. Knowledge where everything makes sense. Then, questions of origin and people are disregarded. The future dismissed and the past forgotten. The only thing that is real is today, all else is unknown.
I am somewhere between the ages of 1 and 2,050 years old, and I am a teacher. I love to write stories, mostly science fiction and fantasy, but I write a lot of true stories as well. Nonsense was my first language, English is still a struggle from time to time. If you like Harry Potter my friends have referred to me as an odd combination of Luna Lovegoood and Hermione Granger though I can surprisingly relate to Neville Longbottom as well. I am an official Slytherin but an honorary Hufflepuff and enjoy intelligent conversation. I am known to spout comments on almost any subject known to man as well as tease and play pranks especially on those I am close to. I will read anything with words and love to write. I can be childish and mischievous one second and rather mature and insightful the next. I can be silly, and I can be serious. I dabble in everything, and am an expert in nothing. As I have been told that I am an adult, I am trying to mature but growing up is hard to do. View all posts by Ren