My struggle
I'm trying to come up with something interesting to put in this space. I really, really am. I'm probably trying harder at this than anything else I've done today.

But it's not coming. It's just not there.

Oh, the ideas are there, certainly. I could expound on:

the bad juju at work

how funny it is that John Ashcroft could actually plead with the news media to spin the Patriot Act in a positive light and keep a straight face while doing so

my desperate search for something important (outside of the obvious home and family)

how good it feels to be exercising semi-regularly again

But, certainly, none of that stuff is going to hold your interest. I readily concede that.

This being my forum, I usually don't worry that much about holding your interest. I write whatever suits me. If you find it interesting, fine. Occasionally you do, and you tell me so. Few things in my life are more rewarding than that, which tells you something about the lengths to which I go to find rewards these days.

But suddenly, it seems important to not waste your time with trivial tales about my life, about my wants and needs and hopes and desires and struggles and the constant search for inspiration. Hell, it bores me, anymore.

Suddenly, it seems important that I give you something that opens your mind a little bit, something that makes you think, something you haven't heard or seen or read before.

But it seems I've come to the edge of my capabilities -- my capability to accomplish, my capability to inspire, my capability to be inspired.

When you come to the edge, you have a few choices. You can turn left. You can turn right. You can descend the bluff and see what's below.

Or, you can back up and run the same road again.

Three of those choices involve some sort of serious risk, the main risk being the potential for abject failure.

But is backing up and running the same road again a failure all its own?