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Greetings and salutations.

As an inagural piece of prose, I felt I should start with something literary, like the line from T.S. Eliot's "The Wasteland" referring to modernity as "a heap of broken images."

[Pause for dramatic effect.]

Collectively, you and I and all the other youse and eyes are creating this broad know-where we call the web. Will it remain a bastion of expression that offers a brave new lens to each inquisitive interloper? Or, will it devolve into a wasteland of insipid vermin, boneheads, and dusty gems? The answer is, of course, that it depends on all of us making the right choices that matter most to the vital lifeblood of this medium. Every day consider your actions and whether or not they cultivate the web or suck it dry.

"Trust thyself, every heart vibrates to that iron string." - Thoreau

Please feel free to post a note and share your views. Trust your spirit and let your imagination flow like a river. As time plods along, I will be adding stories and ideas and will attempt to honor your attention. For blogs related to management and organization, please see my other blogspot, Amplified.

Thanks for visiting, and remember: When you feel like flaming, first flame thyself. Then perhaps we can all lower the temperature of this desert of the real.