Bill’s some sort of writer and a wannabe of many adventurous identities, like artist. Called Opa by some; Bill by others (Dad by few), he’s a career militarist with centrist, left-leaning values. A happy skeptic (believe it or not) who loves logic, magic, music, mystery, mother nature, and some people. A champion of humanity’s dark side, Bill is (occasionally) a grumpy old fart and a dirty old man playing the role of a teenage rocker heathen. He’s a helper to some but a critic to others. His personal motto is “right here, right now.” When that fails, it’s fuck it!
About Our Literary Journey
This is where I post some prose and some poetry. I write things and put them here (essays, stories, poems, thoughts).
Heartfelt thanks to all readers. You have encouraged and supported me on my romantic tryst with writing and blogging. I feel indebted to all writers everywhere who have made this world a better place, using only words.
About Dispassionate Doubt
This is my page for things related to that part of human nature having to do with beliefs, ontology, and other branches of metaphysics. It will reflect my experiences in those areas of life.
My tagline is Broodings and Ponderings of a Pensive Skeptic. I brood that people who cannot, or do not, believe in any gods are so misunderstood and maligned. I also feel bad because religion is such a mess. This is especially true at the fundamentalist levels and is certainly worrisome.
I read, think, and write about it.
Until our last words are written, thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts.
And yet, please continue to….
Look both ways and mind the gaps.