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(approx. 2007-03)

Never in my life has a part of it been so...so much a 'chapter.' The edges shift and bleed and melt into the rest, but I know for certain what it is. And I await anxiously for its continuance.

Thank you.

It occurred to me that if this little plan were a good idea, and I did work towards it, I would be accelerating the situation, and bringing us closer to that "technological singularity" even faster. It's not often you have a problem whose fuse gets shorter -because- you work on it. But I guess that's kind of like running out of oxygen, or living on this earth.

By the way, the reason that singer's voice sounds so fitting is because she's nailed the classic way of singing. She uses a couple old idioms and structures, so it sounds like a folk song.

And you should really send me those songs you love. "Tu mas que nadie" indeed.

That old figure of speech isn't entirely correct. Tempering isn't a flaw or a balancing brake on a thing to control it. Do you know what it really means to temper? When you temper a blade, you've finished all of its shaping. But as a result, the metal is pliable. So you give it great heat, and this time bake it. Too much temper, and the blade is brittle. Too little, and it won't hold its edge. But a well-tempered blade, just approaching the point of hardness, will cut freely for a long time.

"Kinky," huh? Well I know that anyone who loves you must already be possessed of a perverse and wayward spirit, yet driven by a confounding, impossible constancy. Or maybe it's just me. Hohohoho.

One day I hope you'll tell me how all this made your life easier.

Love, joy, and admiration.

And a whole lot more.

-T.

PS: I was kidding about the Chinese. They're tough as nails. They have proverbs like, "It's better to live ugly than die beautiful" and "When walking through a melon patch, don't adjust your sandals." Man, there's no screwing around there.