Blogging is hard, and not fun.

At least I'm not passive-aggressive about it. Most days I can't think of anything interesting to type. This blog isn't meant to be informative, or a resource, so unlike the other 10,000,000,000,000 blogs that are out there, there is absolutely no reason for people to keep returning to this page. Maybe people aren't. Maybe that's my problem. Maybe I am like a lost blind prophet, preaching to the squirrels and the trees in the forest, imagining in my head that there are thousands of faithful sitting silently listening to my every word, so captivated they cannot utter one phrase. In actuality, I am dirty, naked, and hungry, telling a large oak about the evolution of mankind and how rotating magnetic fields have kept us alive for millions of centuries, or something. My point is, senseless ramblings are not material, they are ramblings. One cannot build a religion on the philosophical equivalent of a cat feces.