“What was the start of all this?
When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?

Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now,
From deep within the flow of time…

But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves…

Yet even then we ran like the wind
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies…”

Ah… life. You’ve gotta love it: especially since the alternative definately sucks. No-one is happy who hates life, and I for one choose happiness over hatred. Or at least, I try to, on a daily basis.

I’ve been meaning to create a blog where I talk about IT, mainly because I think it’s a theme which everyone can relate to, one which allows for endless discussion and reflection. 

 I was staring idly at the computer screen, looking for a place to start, and I remembered this poem from an old computer game that I played when I was younger. I don’t know who the author was, but these words always strike something nameless and timeless upon me… something i would call magic, if I wouldn’t rather call it poetry.

 So there it goes… begin the begin, once again!

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