B Day!

I was adrift. I existed in a rudderless lifeboat in an ocean without a current. I was being pulled down dark roads in a coach with no driver, and only spectral horses. Without purpose I existed not at all or all at once as nothing. It was in this darkness that I was visited by Clio, the muse of History. She spoke to me, and so I speak to you: I will write purpose into my life as ink pours onto a page, not as a puddle but as sharp-tipped lines of calligraphy. My purpose will be to quiz. I will quiz all that appear before me and I will rain down questions like a thunderstorm hurls lightning and hail! So study the Harlem Renaissance. Because I live to quiz! Probably not next class but eventually...