A Memorable Fancy

Dear Reader,

After several recommendations from close friends, I've decided to begin a blog reflecting on my many adventures, those past and those still to come. For more selfish reasons, of course, it is so that I can have an easily-accessible record of thoughts and recollections.

The premise is the following question that is always lurking in the back of my mind: "Is it mere coincidence that disparate settings, people, and events seem to always collide and find this bizarre sense of unity in my life, or is it more?"

I'd like to think that there is something special about me, something that I innately possess that attracts the random, the different, the obscure. But I know that not to be true, as much as the idea sounds delightful. We exist as a combination of forces, and no idea that we hold is our own.

So where does it come from, then - this propensity for memorable fancies? Whether from without or within or a combination of both, that will be your task to interpret. By expressing them, however, my hope is that you can discover such a propensity exists for you as well.

Warmest Regards,

Keith

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"If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern."

William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell