It's been so long my friends and children, I am given to
excess tonight, and so I speak to you about it -- this and that. Those things that do not matter,
much.
Much is, or rather, was the point. Much knowledge, culled and flinted from this fine abottoir of information that we call here.
Random softlinks and hardly heard hardlinks combining to create a breadth of knowledge deep and wide, yet the database suffered and we waxed slowly upon qualities and quality I lack.
For pleasure and knowledge so freely gained cannot lack a price. The paring of knowledge cannot give joy. Peeling away at the depth leaves us shallow.
It is through information that I seek freedom. And restrictions are pain. My exile continues.
I love you all.