Being different is not a sin. But, from what I've seen through my life, it might as well have been. Excluded by my peers, I have sought solace in weighty tomes of knowledge and the intellectual challenges of my elders. Because of this, I can engage on such weighty challenges as a comparison of Orwell's 1984 to actual Stalinist policy in Russia, but I have absolutely no interest in the latest episode of ER, or why I should get my nose pierced. In an earlier time, a more primitive time, I would have been hailed as an oracle or mystic; however, this is the twentieth century. There is no room for mystics, technology shot them down.
I don't know what I was thinking about at the time, but it seems somewhat important.
As for other things, there's no change.
