The idealized purpose of science is to engage in a process of discovery—fueled by our childlike sense of wonder, our Curiosity—to know something true about the world. ..

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With stoic faces, pious gestures, prayers ascending heavenward…

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It’s 8:58am (by the clock that wakes me up every morning, screaming like a banshee and 9 minutes fast) and so it seems to be about time to start writing about my writing about the way I write about myself. This seems almost blissfully self-indulgent and self-serving to get to introspect so far to try to understand why we do what we do—why I do what I do—what it is, this “mystery called writing.” It is the product of a necessity, and comes from no other source. Though necessity Itself originates from a multitude of places.

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At UTD, we have an annual literary magazine that I have finally been talked into entering. Spent an evening throwing together a few short things:

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Eastern morning, and the rain rushing down in torrents feels like empty tombs would flood as fast as rabbit holes, on a morning like this.

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