A DMZ of sorts

Several times I have convinced myself that these erratic posts are a waste of time: my time, and yours. Yet every time I swear off, a voice over my shoulder urges me back. Angel or devil? Which would counsel which way? Don’t know.

I do know that no particular advantage attaches to these, no particular benefit. They amuse me, in the formulating and in the writing out, sometimes. Often as not, the cost — time spent, energy which might better have been applied to more productive or more meaningful enterprise — far exceeds the reward.

And so again I propose to cease. As in, “cease fire,” and with the same implication: it is temporary, and like as not to be abrogated with no warning and perhaps very little justification.

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