Surface of Saturn
Not every surface is to be treaded.
Some, solely imagined.
The crest of a curvature of an idea.
Unnatural form, performing natural acts.
It’s substances are various mysteries
Layers of theory on theory
A wondrous body
Like heaven. Exactly like heaven; yet
Absent of exactness. Absent of substance.
A lovely bulb of nothing.
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I am often asked what I do for a living; the simple answer is, I make stuff. I make stuff with my bare hands, with code, with colors, with words. I aid in making the people around me realize their optimum selves. I make my mother proud. I try to make my kids happy and encourage them to contribute more than they consume. I make sure self comes first. I make money. I make my own luck. I make a pretty solid french toast. And I do all that I can everyday to make the world better than it was yesterday.
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