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who i am

I AM . . .

an unpaid raconteur. a bookworm. a word nerd. a lowercase devotee way before taylor swift's folklore. a digital minimalist. a tech shabbat observer. a Deep worker. a ravenclaw. a beatlemaniac. a turtle. a directioner. a vw&tc head. a film buff. an amateur musician. a closeted songwriter. a prose experimentalist. a caffeine addict. a footnote enthusiast. an astronomy lover. a traveller. a mix of Filipino, Chinese and Spanish ancestry with a French first name, a Spanish middle name and a Scottish last name. a disciple of Jesus of Nazareth, Son of God. a berean student of the Word. a defender of the faith. a servant of the King. a citizen of heaven. a child of the Great "I Am". 

welcome to my little corner of the milky way galaxy, a galaxy among 100, maybe even 200, billion galaxies in this universe (yeah, think about that for a second). here in this corner is an intersection of faith and fiction, musings and music (classic, classical, contemporary), reviews and recommendations, prose and praise, and everything else i term "soul food". 

my life's mission, rooted in Psalm 16 from the Bible ("You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore") is to find the fullness of joy found only in God, and in response to it, to excel in words and proclaim the excellence of the Word. it's also my mission to quit drinking lattes. failure is an option only for the latter. 

like most inhabited corners of the world, there are rules. 

my only rules here are: 

    i. forgive the lowercase letters.

    ii. be open to discovery.

    iii. don't leave without telling me your favorite album/band/book/poem/song/word/all of the above.

the magnitude of the unexplored space of the world wide web is incomprehensible, much like the universe, the chance of you finding me, landing here, infinitesimal, so, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for passing by. 

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