On the eve of Christmas Eve, I must admit to being the biggest eavesdropper ever. No, I do not work for the FBI or have a long range binocular with listening devices, having no interest in a people’s personal business.
Instead I pay particularly close attention to society; its quest for pleasure or fears and failures.
That is what drives me, my excuse for caring so much about people. I have an empathetic stain that I cannot wash from my spirit. It causes me to spontaneously spew wisdom from these pages.