Finally.

Most of the stuff related to moving to the new apartment had been settled, and now I get to write by a new window of a new place. Finally I'll be able to have some regular presence on the web again.

Sometimes it feels as if human beings are tagging along on a ride of evolution of ideas... Whatever the ideas are. Plato never quite figured out himself it seems. Is it possible for a human being to be so captivated by certain archetypal form of idea/idea processing as to act as an extension of the incorporeal idea upon this universe?

I believe such people are usually called lunatics.