"The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible."
- Vladimir Nabakov

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Zdravsvyte!

...or hello, in Russian.  I 'm a Russophile just to warn you! Expect random insertions of Russian words, quotes, and mentions of Russian books throughout my blog.
   Welcome to In Passing... I hope you find my writings thought-provoking and interesting. Rather than simply passing through, however, I hope you will become a regular reader. In Passing... is actually a reference to life itself - as finite beings, we are merely passing through it. Once we have completed our "passing", only our memories remain...but they too, can be finite. Quite frankly, that's a daunting, sometimes frightening, thought. And at the very least, it's a thought that provokes me to ponder the importance of my very fragility, the transience of my existence. But it has inspired me as well. It has inspired me to take note of each passing day, to revel in my time here, to appreciate the beauty around me, and to return some of this glorious beauty to others, my own legacy.
   This is why I write - to share my observations, my experiences in the passing.

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