Chaosophile
This is my personal space to talk about the endless river of time and shifting circumstances. Life isn’t so much like a river as it is a rolling stone, edges being ground down, sometimes landing in a pile of fertilizer and other times in meadow of lilac and thyme. This is where you’ll find endless pictures of my kids, my beautiful wife and sometimes my old mug. Doing the things we do, as best as we can and without too much fanfare.
The name Chaosophy is the title of book by a french post-deconstructionist that influenced my thinking when I was in my twenties.
You can google it and maybe it’ll come up.
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