Hello, my name is Dan and this is my DT Log.

I will be 32 next week with very little fanfare, but I suppose I prefer that. Life is starting to blur. I have an overload of faces on a daily basis. Teaching teenagers to drive – 20 a week. Repeating the same jokes over and over again, hearing giggles from the girls and the boys, believe it or not. I am a teacher finally. Maybe this was my destiny. Life isn’t settling down like I want it to be. I am pressed to get ahead with finances so the past mistakes don’t appear again. I am sitting here at the computer, in the gentle breeze of the AC fan with the undercurrent of George Noory and an acoustic and appropriate Death Cab for Cutie song playing from the computer speakers. Sitting still, but of course that’s just an illusion of perspective. I am also being hurtled through spacetime and the ether, and I am, beginning to feel it. It is blurring everything. I don’t want to miss anything, and yet I don’t think I will. This is the absolute absense of fear, that athiest fear, the hardest one to break down. If time doesn’t exist, I always am and always will be. What I miss of my life, I will never miss. My family, my friends, they too always exist, and there are many more adventures than this. This is up to me and us and we and you: those probable pronouns that don’t quite describe what they should due to the limitations of speech, our adaptive minds and the English language. There is so much more than we see here. We impose our own personal filters. It is our choice what to do in this life, and buried deep is our purpose. There is no regret, no sadness, nothing that can be lost forever. It is all being compiled and etched into a disk – to use an unimpressive earthbound metaphor. The metaphor is everything, is existence, our self-imposed reality. We know why we are here, and we hide it from ourselves like playground game. It is after all the drama of pursuit which gives us the greatest of thrills.