The first post

I don't know why I am doing this. Well, come to think of it the previous statement applies to all things I do in life, so nothing too surprising about that. I guess I desperately need a hobby. And have decided to give blogging a try. We have to wait and see how this goes. I guess I am hoping that the illusion that somebody other than me is going to read this will give me the motivation to be more regular here than I am with a similar MS word file I have sitting on my laptop. Illusions, Illusions... And on that thought, here is a quote and more later.

Agent Smith: Why, Mr. Anderson? Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something? For more that your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes? No? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And
all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can't win. It's pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?

Neo: Because I choose to.