What is the meaning of life? It's a question we all ponder at some point, and perhaps never really understand until we're faced with it's inevitable end and the comprehension that brings.

History repeats itself...but not always with horror. There are repetitions of beauty as well.

For a long time now, I've been wanting to create a place for supporters and members of the unDefined Blog and JakeNorton.com - as well as others who happen by - to have a space where we can all engage, share, discuss, learn, and communicate with one another...and do it without the angst and vitriol […]

The drops fell rhythmically, metronomically, glassy orbs of exquisite beauty slipping into an icy abyss. I was transfixed, hypnotized by the simplicity, the sublimity, the entrancing meditation and profound power of it all, knowing these drops began as vapor carried from distant lands, fell as snow, melted, and would follow me and my companions some 1,600 miles to the Bay of Bengal, there to be heated, evaporated, condensed, and fall once more on yet another far away place.