Personal Log
A man said to the universe:
"Sir I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."
Work progresses. The land paths will require more discussion, the research tells me nothing of use, the scope of the project is both imprecisely defined and vast. Yet work progresses. I will find more relatives to assist if I have to begin dragging them out of the bars in person.
Rose might know how to lure feckless youths away from their drinks. I'll ask her for solutions when not dropping other work in her lap. Competence must be its own reward, as in practice it only brings more work. If her fiance can avoid being devoured by some secret of reality for a few years more, we may acquire enough information to do something of use.
The politics concern me. No easy solution to navigate them presents itself. I'll give them another decade to stabilize before letting them distract me from the work.