"I have become a name..."

My name is Ren, the name given me by mhamó, my ancient Scots grandmother.

"How dull it is to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use."

Men of every age must apprentice men if they want to learn how to live with themselves and in the world--how fend off toxicities, mephitic and insufferable vainities, make themselves credible not perfect, generous in spirit without denying shadows and shortcomings.  It takes work to learn the mythologies, the poets, and there are stories I can tell about my life shaped by the revolution of the 60s and 70s. Perhaps old men should retire to the café, sip ouzo, and be done with it. 

"Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades, for ever and forever when I move."

I also like old leather jackets, boots, and denim, steel bicycles, books, and nearly all things made by hands.  I'll talk about that stuff too because it's important not to be boring or tediously moralizing.  We get to love life.  I hope you love yours.  It's all too short.

"Old age has yet his honour and his toil...death closes all.

For my purpose holds

To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths

Of all the western stars, until I die."

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