Let's tackle the obvious question first: What exactly is amor vincit omnia?

Very simply, it's etymology is Latin, and it means love conquers all, or, if you prefer, love conquers all things. Either way, it's a phrase that's been a favorite of mine for a long time. It looks nice, has a pleasant sound to it, and rests upon a solid foundation of truth.

Am I some hair-on-fire, bleeding heart, left wing nut job? Or perhaps an über right-wing, staid-and-stuffed-shirt, you're-gonna-burn-in-Hell conservative? Emphatically NO on both counts. To be either would be WAY more work than I can imagine for myself. More importantly, I would, I believe, easily be made out to be a fraud. There's no shortage of those. I'd really prefer to just be myself, for better or worse.

For each of us the interpretation of love, even its feeling, is different. It's not the least bit fractal or divisive. When you get right down to the heart of the matter love and faith are indeed very similar. The Scandanavians have a saying which perfectly illustrates my point: "Faith is a bird that feels dawn breaking and sings while it is still dark." Faith is a firm, unshakable belief in something we can't see, much less prove exists—is not love the same? Only when it's true can we say they are intertwined.

When it is true, and cast in latent stone, it has indescribable power; it can truly conquer anything in its path.

So no, I'm not some painfully introvertive flower child living in a land of lollipops and chocolate. What I am is human. I exist, as do you, between the soul and soft machine. I am awed by the indignities and atrocities which love can (and has) overcome. It can do much, if we will only be receptive. Her melody is gentle and beautiful as a pristine night sky, and as warmly beckoning as the moonglow that alights upon the window pane. She is strong yet still needs protecting. She stumbles, and takes us with her. She triumphs and we soar. She is eternal.

But, I am only human . . .

This site is, in its own meager way, akin to a house of doors. Behind each door is something a touch different from the last. I suppose in some respects it's my house, and by peeking in and out of various doors you not only see a glint of me, but one of you as well.

The house really isn't all that large, but I hope it's welcoming. Sit in a comfortable chair with your laptop, e-reader, or iPad, perhaps sip on some tea or coffee, and relax a bit. Take in some of my other writing, or take a look at my blog—even participate if you'd like! As time and life allow I'll add to the contents, and I routinely add content to my blog. I certainly welcome your feedback or comments on anything you see, just click the 'Contact Me' link on the menu.

Sincerely,