I once thought I knew
 a name, a face, and love that was true.
 I once thought I knew,
 friendship.  It would last forever.
 I once thought I knew
 a good man, myself, honest and true.
 I once hoped to see Her face.
 I once hoped it was for real.
 I once thought you can't steal
 a heart, without giving.
 I was wrong.
                              Or was I?
                                               I cannot answer.
 And what remains
 are questions
                              I cannot answer.
I fear; I am afraid.
 I want to hold, and to be held.
 I want hearts to meld.
 I want to be true.
 I want to be good.
 I almost cry,
 I often sigh.
 I still dream,
 I still hope
 For love, somewhere, someone is hoping too.
 I pray we meet, we speak,
 hold hands,
 What foolishness is this?

By Daniel Dickinson

I’ve had quite an interesting (read challenging) life and managed to do some pretty good work despite all of that. On this site, however, I am mostly focused on topics that are either personal or political, rather than ‘real work’ like firmware development, web development, work history, and the various professional and hobby activities that are what far too many folks see as the only things that make a person’s life valuable or make a person’s life matter.