From the beginning I've thought too much, read too often and written. My fingertips seem to know my feelings, my ideas and bits of random wisdom far better than my brain does. When I write I can look at who I am, who I wish to become. Here then, are some Musings. I don't know how faithful I'll be, or how this will 'flesh out', but I've succumbed to the 'blog'. Shall I sigh or simply rejoice that such a medium is available for those of us to wish to be known?