posted: June 14th, 2006
For years I was on a quest. Like the mythical King Pellinore I was compelled to hunt for an elusive beast, occasionally finding the odd track or catching the fleeting glimpse of my quarry through mist shrouded woods. Sometimes I would find others along my journey who would tell me of seeing this creature as it passed them by and who would give me directions on where I could find it, but inevitably when I arrived I would find that they were mistaken and what they had seen was not the beast I sought.
So I gave up, and in doing so I came to realize the reason I could never catch my questing beast was because it simply didn’t exist. (more…)