Chapter 1: To an athlete beginning old.

I realized that anything I could write about, another has already written it, in a far superior manner to my capabilities. As a result, I had started writing this post on many different subjects,and on many different occasions, and always found myself staring at a blank screen, full of despondency at my own limitations. In my misery, it became clear to me that writing for the sake of writing was reason enough to write. In an age where we prefer communicating by “tweeting” and emojis, (whatever the heck those are,) we are rapidly losing the intellectual endurance to even compose a few lines of prose, let alone read them. Even though I make it a point to never give a “tweet” about anything or even send a cartoon face to represent my opinion or frame of mind, I find that I am nevertheless becoming a victim of this intellectual ineptness.

That being said, this blog is by no means an attempt to preserve a dying culture of writing. This is an intellectual exercise by which I hope to maintain my stamina, and avoid becoming enveloped in the wave of neo-techno-inadequacy.

All in all, I just had to start writing, even if I didn’t have a thesis. Hopefully the subject matter will become more substantial as I continue.

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