welcome to the JavaScript version, at least partly. This is the time you loaded this page: . Big deal, huh? All these pages have been converted to lots of JavaScript, and it all works perfectly. It just doesn't do much that's useful. But that's how we learn, and it is also how I avoid sitting down to examine my soul here.
You'd think it was a miserable task, but in fact, it rewards with much more than it takes. You might even think it was difficult work to come here and take my own heart in my hands, but it's not. Neither does the difficulty come from the process of feeling, which one can imagine could be very painful—and is, at times. No, what I avoid when I aver to write these entries is—it sounds silly to say—is the truth.
Nothing can be more terrifying, at least for me. Everything that's not truth can be transformed within my mind; away from truth I can be in control, and I can have it 'my way'. But in the company of truth, I must emerge from that fantasy. You would call them monsters, the ones who took control of all of me and made me turn from truth and run. And run. And never even slow down or even consider looking back, much less going back.
But that is why I come here, inneffectively, and mill around, avoiding this place as if I do not know exactly why I have come. And so I write 100 lines of code for every ten lines of truth. There's so much that is easy in life, so much time filled with 'fluff', so much we do that doesn't really do anything. So, my ten percent.. I guess it's not too bad. For a guy like me, it's not too bad.
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