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Rubik's cube.  I have been cutting the completion time, improving... reliability of outcome.  My averages are very close to my high and low speeds.  First I got to three and an half, then two, now I am running about a minute and an half for completion, average.  If... if I say... I don't make a mistake in the method... my variance is fifteen seconds or less, but both ways.  I have hit a minute and fifteen, give or take a few seconds.

The world may not be my pearl.  Is it a pearl?  To those who will be buried with it, I suppose, maybe.  Ah, but it is my rubik's cube.  I do figure, sort, store, and contemplate.  I act, when possible, build, enjoy, love, and laugh... well, and cry, hurt, break, and tear.  I'm... good with all of that.  This is a wonderful place.  I just know this isn't... right.  It has been, could have been, will be, better.  It will be perfect.  I will hold out for that.

For now, I... sort.  See.  Think.  Feel.  And whatever else I can make happen.  And I do try.

Visitors or algorithms?  I think a bit of both.  But... I enjoy.  I see patterns, places. faces, memories.

Some of you... actually seem to grok this  next one?  Maybe... maybe.

Albeit, blind disobedience is as bad as blind obedience.  Discern.  Difficult as that is.