Here I stand, court-jestering on infinity.

I feel pretty Zen lately. Kinda unaffected and immune. Right now, I feel like art and creativity are very important things and that they are what rises out of the water and transcends and matters. Everything else is whipped around by the slings and arrows of time (yay for quick and obvious shakespeare references) paled by context, the meaning muddled and confused in a pool of subjectivity. But, Omar Khayaam will have always said this:

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.