Seven years ago…
I rapidly blink as my eyes come back into focus; the words on the page suddenly becoming clear. I stare at ancient wisdom, words and ideas of a time gone by, words of wisdom from great men, words I desperately want to grasp and understand with my feeble mind; a language no longer used, the language of the Founders. I try as best I can to block out the noise around me, it’s that camp song about the Blue Jay, again. As I feel movement under me, the wheels on the bus propelling me and about 45 other people forward, I realize how uncomfortable the seat is; it sure doesn’t help that the little kryptonite goblin known as joint pain sees an opportunity for mischief . The fact that everyone is screaming, the fifth verse of the song having reached it’s apex, doesn’t do me good either. All of these factors come together at once, shattering any concentration I thought I had mustered in an attempt to further my knowledge.
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