Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

Generally Opining

My interest in math is from a purely actuarial perspective. What makes no sense is how words are valued -- too broadly interpreted by people not qualified to quantify.


Poetry should be a stream of consciousness. Stay connected with the integral subject, theme, inspiration. The moment you stop, lay down the metaphorical pen, life moves forward without those thoughts yearning discovery in context and subtext. Each branch produces fruit.
A dance with a caliopy of words that when stopped no longer produce music. If you try to pick up again, what beat, what rhythm? Can it be reproduced or seem futile effort, chasing ghosts of memories as fleeting as time escaping us.


My brain is always processing and wants to spit out what it’s computing before the results are in.

Poetry was made for me because I only manage hide behind expressions rather than tell you how I feel, fearing the pained expressions. I’m connected and wish for a circuit to complete with you, so words would more pleasingly form in this addled head.

Saving people who don’t know they need saving is risky business.


People draw conclusions without hard evidence - assumptions are circumstantial filler that support a theory or bias toward proving their end result. They are guessers, usually not high stakes. But it can lead to anything from character assassination to creating urban legend. It becomes misinformation. Our minds cannot sort something without putting a definitive label on it. More irresponsible is not to ask questions and/or covertly investigate (again) to support transparent hypotheses to justify our egos.