deeper we drift

the earliest writings hold some of the deepest secrets, not deliberate secrets, but knowledge buried in storage in the unvisited memory, in boxes not opened for decades... the earliest writing was scattered pages that expressed who i am and why i was here in this life, to love and be loved, to care... it was that simple, though a lot more words were written by the child exploring the infinite possibilities of being in this life and beyond this life... and the experiences that formed the choices that actualized in the being i am, those were recorded and left for posterity in those boxes and in those unvisited memory cells in the brain... an extreme of hope and disillusion that, after the blogging is done, may be read again...