My jeanius lays not in mathematics and physics, but in knowing when to go underground. This blogging is an unusual breed of cat. I journal. I write daily. I have for years. When our house burned, everything was in some way able to be replaced. Everything but approximately 30 items, my journals. My journals containing my thoughts, poetry, history....I started over. I have made a grave mistake in thinking that somehow everyone would feel as I do that someone else's written flow is a sacred area. Now I know.
