a_walk_in_the_fog REAListic optimIST clouded cascades of misted thought permeate my being, guide my actions, and infuse my purpose. as i take each step, i become more aware of my choice to do so. the more sure i become of this choice, the less sure i can be of my destination. the converse is also true. culminating inside of me, the desire to know. yet i take each step almost blindly forgoing conventional reason for educated intuition, for action. in doing so, i alter the strings of fate around me in unimaginable ways, altering the world around me in good ways or bad. but, to know i have acted is enough. i no longer abhorr the shroud of fog. it keeps the madness at bay. winter, 1996 031125 ... ferret two weeks ago 031125 what's it to you? who go blather from