"When I am working on a problem, I never think about beauty.

I think only how to solve the problem. But when I have finished, if the solution is not beautiful, I know it is wrong." -- R. Buckminster Fuller (1895-1983)

I am incredibly fatigued. I spent the last two and a half hours working on an entry. Yet when it came time to re-read it, it said what I wanted it to say, but it was not elegant. Worse, it was unsatisfying and rambling and unfocused. So, I thought of "Bucky Balls" (that's a fullerene to you chemistry guys) and admitted I had an non-beautiful solution. Luckily, I can save things as a draft, so it may yet be salvagable down the road.

Perhaps next time, I'll talk about friendships. Who knew writing about morals would be so hard?

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