Its about time

You know how when you see a prism, spinning in the sun, and how the lights are sent out in ten thousand directions, constantly changing, forever remaining the same? Well this blog site is like that, only those beams of lights, at least the ones I see, are my ideas. When I am driving they appear much like those sun spot prism pulses of energies, but mine are ideas, most in their rawest form, though many refined to perfection. They will out number us, and please know there will be way to many for one man to absorb. Most will zip in and out of my brain without me seeing them. Some will get wedged against grey matter, where they spend time awaiting me the need for accessing them, perhaps with out my ever knowing they were there all along.(who said “necessity is the mother of invention”?) Then there are the few special ones, that rocket across the vast space between my ears, the ones I see quickly, grabbing them from the air because of the brilliance of their shine. These are the ones that are such great or simple ideas, such fantastic thoughts, that you may see me with my pen, and in the absents of paper, blocks of wood, or cardboard starting to write on the palms of my hands the details, hoping to not lose them. Ideas, some raw and primitive, each in their newest stages, while many a finished product or idea these will be recorded here. It is these ideas, imbedded deep inside my head that we will be typing about, here on this blog, yes, Views From Caver Scott.