The White Knight's Invention

He called himself an inventor and recited mournful poetry.

An interesting figure, generally speaking, the white knight isn't one of the most glamorous characters in the world of stories.
Mainly because he's rather old. He's frail, lost and gloomy. And his head is full of impossible ideas.
But I have always had sympathy for him.

He could be another Einstein if he knew his theories. Or had his ingredients right. His problem is that he has everything muddled up right at the beginning.

But isn't it the same with most people?

Hello Again.

Should I say, this is a start for a new year? Could be. Or it simply could be a change of things. An idea of beginning things from the beginning again. Right from where I started.

Why do we throw away new things? Or why do we hoard what is utterly worn out? What is this funny side of the mind that compels us to do things which we have no reason to do?

I don't need to philosophize. This is only a new blog.

But this is also a new year, a new chapter added to our story.
And as the days roll, I hope I have lots of things to write about. Even if there aren't many to read.

Meanwhile, enjoy what you come across.