Well, given the title of this attempt at communication, I figured it important to start with a reflection on our hero, Sisyphus. I am reading Camus' essay, and we'll see what it provokes out of me. The last few years of our lives has reinforced in me my already strong tendency for introspection and self-examination. (Digression - this blog is an effort to combat some of that tendency to navel gaze.) The experiences my family has had (which we'll see whether they all get laid out here or not) have led me to ask the key question - what is the point? There is  so much despair and pain, and negativity in life. The answer to the question is a process, and this is part of mine.

And the Myth of Sisyphus gets at it immediately - Camus doesn't sugar coat it at all. Answering the question is an examination of the question of suicide. More to come from this amazing book.

The first post in a new blog about everything and nothing should strike the right tone, should establish the theme, should seek to ..... lol. Whatever. Here you will find my thoughts on all things random and not so random. Does a tree falling in the forest make a sound if there is noone there to hear it? I suspect that I will be testing the limits of that philosophical conundrum. If you are reading, and enjoy (or hate it) let me know (but if you hate it, not so much). Let's roll the rock to the top of the mountain together, and then talk about it on the way back down...