As I am preparing for the launch of my new Residua website, which may happen in a week or maybe two, I am marveling at all the twists and turns in my path. My written path, to be exact. At times, it is but a hopeless tangle. It is hardly a path much of the way. And yet, I keep reminding myself over and over again, it is the path all the way through. Each twist and turn is written down quite plainly. Otherwise, I would have been lost long time ago. But now I am surely found, word by word. Sentence by sentence. Yearbook by tangled yearbook. Yes, my Residua is the path all the way through.

Addendum (September 4, 2016)

Topologically, my magnum opus represents a string made up of words, sentences, and paragraphs, as well as spaces between them. Pieces follow pieces to form yearbooks, and yearbooks follow each other to form a veritable library. Arranged chronologically, the string follows time’s arrow. Addenda extend some of the pieces, and they also form strings on occasion. Topologically, they are branches on the main string. Arranged chronologically, each of them also follows time’s arrow. Citata appear in some of the pieces and addenda, and they provide links to pieces or addenda that appear earlier or later in the string. Nothing more than parenthetical pointers backward or forward, citata do not change the topology of the whole. The string remains the backbone of my Residua from cover to cover, as it were. As such, it indeed provides a straight path. The path. There are no twists or turns, and there are no tangles, let alone hopeless ones. Projected onto that unwavering path made up of more than three-million words, my life now strikes me as a miracle.