This is my final blog on this platform, so I have a confession to make.
Despite perception, I do not consider myself to be the child of the gods. In fact, my inner voice is always laughing at me.
I seemingly have been blogging on readingeagle.com ever since Gutenberg invented the printing press.
Now, in retrospect, it seems like it was only a moment — sliding past the eyes like the sudden shifting of light and shadow.
Time will erode the interactive journey that we all have traveled through topical events. But I do so hope this blog has left some indelible footprints.
Through it all, I endeavored to write on the wind a singular kind of prose, not the stenography that populates many blogs.
My motivation has been to entertain you, to provoke you, and to be a lightning rod for dialogue.
While the comments on this blog often were raucous, all of us were passionately engaged.
My posts often elicited a torrent of comments, massive bumps of opinion suddenly surfacing like lost islands reemerging from the sea.
I thank you one and all for your attention and your contributions to our collective narrative.
Farewell, my friends.
I’m certain that it will come as no surprise that I am exiting stage left.