Round About the Cauldron Go
We live in an age that is addicted to information. In past times a letter might take a week or a month to be delivered. Now it takes seconds to contact anyone around the globe. We can tap into information twenty four/seven, delve deep into the minds and hearts of everyone. That should be disturbing. Our loss of anonymity should send us running for cover, but instead, we offer up information like hors d’ oeuvres. Our deepest darkest thoughts are the blue plate special. What's on my menu, dear reader? "...Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing..."
In the poison'd entrails throw.
It's a vanity site for the most part. It's largely about me. If you aren't interested, then you should move on. You won't get paid for staying, I don't offer freebies of any sort and I don't really care if you find it all tremendously boring or just a little too self-serving. Go away, I don't care. Likewise, if you are here to see if you can find something you think is inflammatory or that might incite someone to think for themselves then you should be assured it is probably here but I wish you, too, would go away if your intentions and motives are not good. But should you decide to stay, then welcome. Like a neighbor who stops by for tea, I'm happy to have you visit. But be kind, remember to mind your manners and come back soon, if you found it at all interesting.