I debated whether or not to post this, but as the Wisefool Press/Jed McKenna folks have posted it on their site, might as well. Not so much because it's on their site, but because it expresses so clearly what's happened to me, and in a way that feels okay to put out there.
I want to explain to you guys why I can't really blog anymore, what happened. The robot lives on, still makes up stories and chatters about them, but the need to put it out into the world via net is gone which is actually very nice. I'm just down here in NC getting to experience a great deal of Human Adulthood which is pretty wild. Holding my death and the death of everything I still love in my outstretched hands. Trying not to eat too much cake :)
If you'd like to read it, it's in reference to his new book Spiritual Warfare. It begins about halfway down the page and starts with "Four years ago I was a joyful granolahead . . . ".
Human torches. Burn, baby, burn. Yeah.
(((. . . and for more posts on Jed: Go Here. )))