So we begin. A place where books found on the street or given as gifts or otherwise left on my bookshelf for far too long, collecting dust, unread, will be explored--and their connection to the quest for true wisdom, true living of "knowing thyself." Mysticism, philosophy, magik, deep politics and the anomolous--they may all be addressed here from time to time. Fart jokes, too (just in case anyone thinks this little personal quest has to be deathly serious all the time--and I'm one of those someones sometimes). So the book of life (or at least this individual one) through books of paper and books of flesh and blood individuals is what we will read, write and recite here.

For anyone looking, hope you enjoy it.