I just spent a couple of hours writing an elegant justification of my authenticity, which at the end I realized was totally inauthentic, because authenticity doesn't need me to defend it! Then I tried to preview the entry, only to find it had disappeared into the eternal silence of cyperspace. I decided not to make that mean anything, so here I am with the Cliff Notes of that aborted posting, handily summarized above. It was also brought to my attention that nobody wants to hear about medication, mental illness and that the blog sounded like "Poor me."

Reading--and writing--this blog is an exploration of an alien. The alien--that which is alien to you, alien to me. (This is stream of consciousness, for real.)We see in that which is alien something about ourselves. We are the instrument of and the object of the exploration. The alien is a mirror. Deep, huh.

Keep the faith, baby.