The Drams Reliquary
An Experiment in Elemental Maturity
Friday, January 1, 2010
A Reason For Being
My mind couldn't relinquish the imagined sound of an old car engine trying desperately to turn over in the deep of winter. Whir, whir, whir. The needed spark was ever-elusive as she glanced at the screen, noted the text, and exclaimed, "What the hell is metacognition?" I laughed.

There was no fault to be had. It was a foreign word, one rarefied in conversation and barley fodder for old vocabulary tests. I suppose it was simply the irony of the statement that had sent my mind reeling. Metacognition, thinking about thinking, how altogether absent it was in her reaction.

That moment, a moment primed to forcefully rend self-awareness from the smartest person in the room and cast the remaining human shell into folly befitting a playground; such a moment birthed this blog.

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