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I come here attentvely to reflect on interests and uncertainties, a bit troubled yet curious, buffered from immediate cares, responsive to unexpected remembrance, at once speculative and imperfectly informed, eager to follow clues that point to something promising, something that will support me in my ignorance.
I come here owing to my ignorance. It grows, not from failings, not from excessive wants or needs. My ignorance is the price of life, embodied in vast space and restless time. In living, nothing exists; all emergesable to discern prospects fully or surely Here, it's my space where I recognize the value of things about me, seen and unseen, raising this up, lowering that, then reversing, this down and that that up, judging worth as I see fit, its possibility and its lack.