Early on

My name is Brian. I grew up in the small valley village of Matthew’s Field, which, if one wished to associate it with its original inhabitant, might more aptly be known today as “Moringamus’s Valley” or something of that nature, but alas, history and its authors have a dreadful habit of doing just the opposite. In any case, my childhood home is but half a day’s walk from the banks of the Muhheakantuck River. And it is that very river valley that defined much of my childhood and molded me into the person I am today. It is still often a calming thought when I long for happier days.

But this story is about something different; it is not about me, but rather how I fit in and have perceived the Weltgeist of my life; about how my friends and generational fellows fit into it. It is a story of our epoch, and, most importantly, how a small and growing band of us have set out to recast the world from the ashes of old.

I’m a dreamer, an unloved lover, a militant fighter, a faithful believer in human possibility; I’m a walking butterfly. Who knows what fate has in store? Maybe one day we’ll fly!