I often wonder what it was like when the first writing was like for those who crafted it so far back in the mists of time. We believe we know that it was developed as a measure of keeping track of things. Records that probably were crafted to keep track of trades, of materials for trade, and other means of social interaction.

Who was the first to consider the written word as a vehicle for detailing his or her life? When did our ancestors first come to detail their lives, their thoughts, feelings, and experiences?

It's one of those mysteries that will never be answered. I don't think it's likely that it happened almost immediately. After all, even their ancestors had at one point or another far back in the mists of their time painted pictures on the walls of caves to carry meaning of their lives. It is not possible to know what meaning those paintings were intended for exactly, but I think it is an innate human need to express themselves.

This journal exists with that in mind. It is also a place I come to that I might hone my writing, express my ideas, my hopes, my frustrations. I also journal that I might remember better my own life. Too much is so easily lost.

This journal is filtered. For now, no one who is not in my 'friends list' will be able to read the entries contained within. I do this for personal reasons, and an attempt at some measure of privacy. I like to know a little something about those who share in my life. This does not mean you cannot be privy to what's within. Feel free to comment and express an interest. I'll look over your own journal (assuming it's visible) and if I like what I see I'll add you. Should that happen, you'll get glimpses of my travels, my day to day experiences, my ideas, my passions and perhaps even some of my fiction. If this does not interest you, feel free to pass on without saying a word.

Either way, thanks for coming by.