The 1145 From Penn

I can feel the trains running under me,
In forty five minutes I've to take mine,
The game now is to fill the hours,
Fill my ears with anything, anything
Save the weeping of my soul,
Which can find naught but reasons to cry.

A Nor'easter and the start of November

And my writing, as ever, lacks the essential quality that separates enthusiasm from talent.
Like that sentence, which I've borrowed from a book I'm reading.

Mother

Credo

To Strive for greatness in all endeavours.

To Work for the net gain of the humanity of the earth.

To Strength, the ally of wisdom, and sword of progress.

To Enlightenment, not of a man, but a people.

To the Highest Hope of all mankind,

I pledge my Existence.

Melancholia and Practicals II

This has been a year for the ellipsis.

Melancholia and Practicals

A meaningless ramble at three in the morning, thinking of nothing on the last day of the year.

A year that came to be so much different than I'd anticipated. Rediscovered an old friend, and made a couple more through her. Rediscovered another, in an entirely unexpected way.

A flame I lost, somewhere, in heart or mind. Another I gained, with an ember besides.

Read many books, watched one too many videos...

Began the Great Cram, to find a place in the scramble for the great institutions of our country. Somehow though, I didn't like it, still don't.

I've changed...

Bourbaki

An axiomatic approach to a proof for all mathematics based on set theory.

The books are very hard to digest . Complex definitions and a weird habit of not stating why they do something until after they've done it. Still, very beneficial.