For the past year and more, I have been consumed by one thing, and one thing only.
I no longer write about other areas of my life; that, is not right. We must never be consumed only by one thing.
I must pick up my pen again.
The pen writes words.
Words express ideas.
Ideas come from thought.
And what is a man, if not his thoughts?
For Descartes has put it succintly: Je pense, donc je suis.
And from those thoughts, will arise actions.
From actions, we have the future.
