so many times i come to this page wanting to blog, but of late it seems non of my experiences worth noting have fitted english words.
i want to blog because i know it's good for me. it brings some mental order, some cognitive equilibrium, it helps me make sense, or at least helps me believe i've made sense.
but somehow the words i use are never very accurate and they never really describe the way connect with the world. the order of my life seems better described through the cellular structure of a sprouting seed than these funny little lines and shapes called letters.
i try to write about God but somehow He is always on the other side of the next sentence and never quite summed up in the last.