[“eccentric and pretentious…”]
At the time of this writing, I know that I don’t necessarily know what it is that I think I know.
At the time of this writing, there are still forces in the universe I do not understand. Their whims, their almost imperceptible moods continue to influence my environment in ways I cannot comprehend.
At the time of this writing, I await that one person who, by her nature, can bring an extra dimension of meaning to my life, without fear of letting me know when I’m totally full of crap.