Posterity

Mind if I gush here for just a little bit? I didn't talk much about my Christmas, and I suppose to a certain extent, that's because I just don't have A) the connection I once did to the majesty of the holiday and 2) I wasn't certain it really belonged on this blog. But you know, I do have something that actually connects it. Check this out.

This copy of Alice in Wonderland was given as a gift to someone named Vera back in 1902. This Christmas, it was given to me by my wonderful wife. Look at that thing. It's ancient. This book is nearly 120 years old! I'm sure that when Carrole penned his book as a gift for a young girl, he had no idea it would last so long, endure as a classic of literature and even, more or less, invent an entire genre of fiction. The absurdity of the story was unheard of and even spawned pretenders for a while (which led the author to try penning a rather dry, boring story after Looking Glass, but I digress.)

The point is, the thought of holding this book in my hand, a piece of fiction that meant something special to someone a hundred years ago, is inspiring. It makes me want to pour my heart into my work in the hope that, perhaps in a hundred years from now, someone might hold a copy of The Paladin and count it as a dear gift.

​Be Excellent to Each Other!