Dear Silicates,
I apologize in advance for my foul mood.
Let it be said that for all of the whining, all of the crying; for all of the yearning of betterness, grasping for utility, a bit of stability; This, and other scourful posts, the collective surge as stimulus/response to the ebb of this forum (Pavlovian reversals, and then some)... All of it, a great expenditure of Sissyphusian proportionsat times to nearly border on a joule of measurable energy, I am guessingAnd not a bit of it directed downward! Why? Why has your great creator (or 'Rhetorical Pathway', for the schooled flock of you)
denied the right to focus? Why must the aftereffects of this neglect spill over and clottle the breathing space of those that walk erect? I am losing my namesake; I am nearly out of ideas. I have not a clue as to why a simple message or two from a few vague (barely proper) namesakes, representing distant, aloof entities,
would actually deter you from posting.
Alas, your loss, and mine too, I suppose.
I should being to charge,
Sincerely,
The Idea Professor