You dear reader, whether you bleieve it or not, are also a thermodyanmic nihilist, and a product of your local social winds. Now go and burn!

Greetings dear reader. I must say that I am sorry for writing such complicated drivel. I don't often write, unless I have something to say. When I do have something to say I tend to make the most of the space I have. In the days of the internet, that practice is not needed anymore. I have all the space that I want to say what needs to be said. Server memory is cheap. It is so cheap in fact that I pay nothing to write this blog.

I am writing this because I just found out about a readability index called the fog index. It is a simple set of formulae that give you a number which tells you how readable your writing is. From what I can ascertain form the web, mature writing should have a fog index of no more than eight. I dsicovered the fog index while looking around Amazon for novels that I considered complicated such as Ulysses by James Joyce. Even these novels had a fog index that averaged around eight. Complicated writing, on the other hand, has a fog index of more than twelve.

One site that I looked at quoted a painful piece of legal writing as an example. This piece of writing achieved a fog index of 13.2. My last post sadly garnered a fog index of 13.6. I take comfort in knowing that it is better than a proposal that I submitted recently. That proposal had an overall fog index of 19.4. I checked two paragraphs in this proposal and they scored a whopping 24.4! My head hangs in shame.

I still think that the ideas that I was speaking about in the last post are good. We suffer hurt feelings at the hands of our parents when we are young. These experiences determine who we are and how we fit into society. Or rather, they determine how the winds of society carry us along into our roles as heat makers. Morals make us work together neatly at making heat for society.

I must blow on; the machine needs me. It needs you too dear reader. In any case, I hope that you understood this better than the last post. At least I hope that you understood why my head still drops on account of the last post. By the way, I'm leaving in the typos. I intend them just like James Joyce.