Changes

I have become reticent of late. Circumstances have surrounded me such that my sense of control over events has been frayed nearly to the breaking point and I have embraced notions that would have been anathema to me just one year ago. I have taken not just one, but two men into my confidence, and in doing so have laid open my most private thoughts and memories to be prodded and explored- and all within a time span so brief as to be but an eye-blink. This is the reason for my prolonged silences and the dearth of tales once so prevalent here.

Changes are coming; drastic, dangerous ventures that once done cannot be undone. I surrender myself to the judgment of this ?modern’ world you have created, but I reserve the right to throw down my arms, abandon my safe haven and flee into the wilderness.

Those I trust assure me such drastic measures should never be necessary. I do wish I shared their certainty, but I admit to being of a much less charitable disposition of late. Along those lines I have made some changes in preparation for the coming weeks’ festivities. First, there is a new site design in the works. Second, I will be turning on TypeKey registration for comments. Those who shun TypeKey for whatever reason are still welcome to comment, but those comments are subject to approval. I shall endeavour to be diligent and see comments move fairly swiftly, but I am a creature of slow habits so I make no firm promises.

Posted on July 4th, 2005 by Zsallia
Filed under: The Present

2 Responses to “Changes”

  1. Mark Alger, on July 4th, 2005 at 9:34 pm Said:

    Whatever accomodations you feel you must make for your safety’s sake, you should take.

    I, for one, will delight in whatever you choose to share with us.

    M

  2. solemn pilgrim, on July 18th, 2005 at 1:59 pm Said:

    I am somewhat taken back. It is not often that a person posts such a thing as “why do you carry a gun” Too many have forgotten the basic principals of responsibility, integrity, & moral ethics. The assumption is because you carry you are wrong? There used to be a time although some would argue it was not in my days but my grandfathers days when wise eyes would shine when hearing a story such as you told. I could feel my grandfather’s eyes as I read.. they were shining & smiling at the humor that was evident.

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