“Rippling Refracted Reflections Redux” by Charles H. Meck Jr.

   Ok, here we are old trusty pad and pen. Where shall we begin? I am born, I grow up, I live, and I die. Every moment lost in the present is a moment gained in the past, forever nibbling away at the future like a worm through an apple, leaving a little trail ofContinue reading ““Rippling Refracted Reflections Redux” by Charles H. Meck Jr.”