Introduction

I thought about starting this with a statement like, “Welcome to Speculations of a Glass Mind,” or something similar. But that’s not this kind of blog. This blog attempts to stretch blogs beyond the subtypical forum or 2nd source for your works cited page (to go after wikipedia).

No, this blog is different. This blog will stretch your imagination in a way previously unknown to you; after reading this you will see the world in an entirely different way. In what way? Through the eyes of a glass mind.

Of course, you might have a laugh about the occasional rant; but that won’t be the focus. Also, we won’t be talking about things like “what the world needs” or “why tree-huggers should die” (I’d prefer the 2nd). I won’t go that abstract, i.e., I’ll write so you can understand. At least most of the time.

Some of this you’ll have to figure out on your own.

I’ll start with some of the easier things. Imagine a world…I cannot describe this world to you because it would mean something different. Imagine a world far away from here. Or maybe it is close; I do not care. What exists in this world? Hope? Mine has some hope, but it is mostly filled by something else I cannot completely explain.

Pain. Everybody has an incident in their life that defines them forever. This can include things like divorce, hunger/starvation, being born with mental/physical disabilities, and many others. Many of these you can pin down to a concrete incident; but mine…is more difficult than that. I have created my own meaning for it, in my own world, but I do not know if it has any meaning in this world, other than that I can feel the pain from it.

It has to do with an idea. I got the term in relation to a person in The Wheel of Time, but the meaning is much closer to the feeling of The Bridge to Terabithia. I have never seen it. I remember the feeling when reading the book that she was dead; she was dead in my life and would never come back. This didn’t make sense, I had never even seen it. But the feeling that she was dead…I can’t explain.
I have come to think that it is a person, in reality, I have no idea. I can only guess…imagine. I don’t really know. Sometimes I think I will see her…sometimes I hate her. But I really don’t know anything. It, the thing I’ve been talking about, is called the dragon.