(This was actually written 23 August. I'm just backfilling in hopes I can make my goal of an entry a day. Yeah, some of the past have been links or such, but I'm hoping to keep these remainder entries of consequence.)

Firstly, a quick shout-out to netter. She's going through some rough times right now with a family tragedy, so I wanted all who read to send some good thoughts her way.

That said, something she said in today's entry galvanized me to write more - these are part of the legacy that we leave behind.

So what have I wrought in these pages so far? I don't know, really. Some self-indulgent posts. Some attempts to be profound about the art of writing. Some false starts on actual writing. Dribs and drabbles of Clan Kitty's pawprints on this shared journey.

Not a lot about me, I'm afraid. I'm a bit paranoid in this regard. The internet is as close as we've come to creating permanent recording. It's the fossil record of the digital age. Anything said here might be discovered. Once it's discovered, it can be captured perfectly, preserved indefinitely.

Moreover, I promised SpouseKitty that my writings will never compromise her (or Kitten's) identities. Sorry, no online photosite albums of the Kitty family's winter trip to Disney World.

So, I have here the opportunity to leave a message to my progeny, and what do I say? As little as possible about the here and now. I think my legacy is more what I think about than what I do. I hope to inspire, to challenge, or, failing all that, at least to cause a reader to dust off a counter-argument recited many times (hopefully to others.)

Why do I write? Why do I try to work words? To try to nudge the thought process along. Add momentum to our collective cognition. Why do that? Because I fear that entropy applies on this allegorical plane as well.

If "I think, therefore I am," what happens should we stop thinking?