the prisoner's Prism

well, since i do so love you, my imaginary friends, allow me to educate, enlighten and otherwise impart to you the orbiting tidbits of knowledge from inner galaxies which beg to be thus propagated....there are so many different stars, so many little subjective planets whose inhabitants i choose from....to begin, i hope to pick for you some choice and juicy fruits from the tree of history(just to keep the metaphorical mind a-mixin').....still, which history? there are so many to choose from....should i begin with the microcosm of biography and work my way up, or perhaps the opposite approach may catch your fancy....in fact, as with all things in life, the aforementioned must always be intertwined in the telling. paradox is present in all things; white-light-rainbows revealed by the well-turned prism..... thus is history always both a living thing and an unwitting sketch of the particular historian who tells it. historical facts are shades of humanity: those long-ago participants in the event, the witnesses who first told the tale and down thru the sieves of social time and mind to you, the current custodian....historical documents are but footprints; a hint of the beast itself unquestionable in substance yet potentially subject to a mind-bending array of personal and popular interpretations concerning context..... ah but i digress.....perhaps that is my favorite writerly skill. certainly the one at which i'm the most practiced. would you like it if i told you a little Victorian History? perhaps that is what i shall do when next i return.....until then, it's been lovely to chat with you, oh invisible ones.....