Welcome to my inkwell. It contains the echoes of my life.
It has taken 78 years (and most of my hair) to get here. At last, I can follow my bliss to wherever it leads me.
In the beginning, I had to learn to live but now I live to learn.
Writing has led me to a simple truth. A scholar is not one who knows all the answers; a scholar is one who knows where to find all the answers.
Perhaps, one day, this will be etched on my hubstone.