Here, Wanderer, Are but a Few Murmurings of a Restless Quill

The above links lead to but a handful of my many reckonings, inked musings upon the tempests of world affairs, the rise and fall of nations, and the ceaseless turning of fortune’s wheel. Each word is a spark struck against the flint of thought, each line a lantern held aloft in the gathering dusk.

Read on, if thou hast the will, and weigh these matters in the balance of thine own mind, for the world moves ever onward, and wisdom is the compass by which we chart its course.