With deepest rigor
I am always seeking growth
Autumn leaves still fall
Computer Whisperer
With deepest rigor
I am always seeking growth
Autumn leaves still fall
Abandon all that we are
So we can become
All that we might be
I see myself trapped by my past, by the barriers erected from fear, insecurity and doubt. “Grow past them…” I counsel myself. “Push past them. They are but vapor, illusion, less real than the dreams. Dreams create! So I shall focus on them.