Today, after months of struggling, I have decided to finally clean and resurrect this blog. All of my old posts are gone (though saved onto my hard drive) because I cannot continue with such baggage; while many of my posts were amusing and whimsical attempts at philosophy, at the very core they were not admiral attempts, not to me at least. So I am starting fresh, but I am not alone in asserting how difficult that may be. After all, the urge to write is one thing, the ability to do is is another matter entirely; while the former calls me to write, it is canceled out by the fear of the lack of the latter. Then, of course, we are told to write what we know. Yet, as time goes on and I read, learn, and experience more, I come to realize that I have no knowledge and no understanding. All I have is a couple of protean opinions. I suppose that will have to suffice for now.
So seeing how difficult it is for me to write prose, I might as well begin this new blog with a poem which I think is appropriate for this reboot. This is from John Milton, the literary great-grandson of Homer. How quaint that I, an aspiring Hellenist, am beginning with a Latin elegy.
"Lines appended to Elegia septima"
Haec ego mente olim laeva, studioque supino
Nequitiae posui vana trophaea meae.
Scilicet abreptum sic me malus impulit error.
Indocilisque aetas prava magistra fuit.
Donec Socraticos umbrosa Academia rivos
Praebuit, admissum dedocuitque jugum.
Protinus extinctis ex illo tempore flammis,
Cincta rigent multo pectora nostra gelu.
Unde suis frigus metuit puer ipse Sagittis,
Et Diomedeam vim timet ipsa Venus.
I with foolish mind and heedless zeal formerly
erected these idle monuments to my wantoness.
Undoubtedly mischievous error impelled me, thus carried off,
and my ignorant youth was a perverse teacher,
until the shady Academy proffered its Socratic streams
and untaught the admitted yoke.
Directly, with the flames from that time extinct,
my encircled breast congealed with ice,
from which the boy himself dreaded frigidity for his arrows,
and Venus herself is afraid of my Diomedian strength.
Chances are that you're here because I know you and have urged you to visit. As such, my dearest friends, I would appreciate any suggestions or ideas on the direction I might take this blog and the topics I might speak of.