Like a garden overgrown, I have allowed this site to atrophy for a long while now.  The weeds of inactivity have taken root here and I'm still unsure of when I will begin replanting it.  Pulling up the deadwood of old ideas and reversing the informational entropy that has overtaken this place is a big task. One I'm not sure that I'm ready or even willing to begin.

Yet, the weeds grow, the world turns and the task must either be attempted or abandoned soon...

Of my own education I have not been idle. In my reverie I have piled the thoughts higher,  attempted to expand the boundaries of what I know and can speak of with at least a modicum less ignorance than I had the day before. Yet, the task of sharing my conclusions with the wider world as I once did so enthusiastically here has eluded me.

There are many things I could say, some that perhaps still need to be said. But I cannot escape the sense that many of them already have been, by others more equal to the task and far more courageous and steadfast in the effort than I.

It looks, increasingly, as if those forces seeking to subjugate and ensnare, to enslave, corrupt, suffocate and subdue are in the ascendancy. The people of my nation slumber, like flowers in a field, in ignorance or denial of the machinery of harvest that approaches them. I sleep also. Yet, my sleep is not rest, nor is it blissful, for I hear the ominous rumble in the distance...

Where are the voices that will speak out at this late hour? Sounding the last warning, shaking the sleeping shrubs and flowers suddenly awake in their beds! Can they be awakened, can a flower that does not desire to bloom be awoken from dormancy? Is it worth the struggle, effort and risk required to attempt the task?

I don't know and because I can find neither the courage nor the certain will to decide, I oscillate, hesitate, drift...

An answer will not come, until I decide to move myself. I either bend my back to the task and raise myself from dormancy, accepting the work of the day as it comes, or I slip away quietly from this ground and cede it forever to the weeds.