Do we lose something the moment we try to define something? What if what we lose are the most important parts? What if in our blindness we miss the Person for all the stuff that we have defined?
Location: Maybe the West Coast, or maybe I wish I were there, United States
It's not about me. Frankly I'm tired of me more often than not. I mean, I'm with me 24/7. This writing thing isn't directly about me, it's about HIM. Of course you learn a great deal about me here, but you really don't know who I am, so that point is moot. But I will say this. The anonymity thing is just great fun. I can forget about me, just be, and write about that which I'm seeing (notice I avoided the third rhyming word with "seeing" rather than "see"...I will admit to being insane, but I'm not crazy).