One of the many paradoxes of our existence is this: Our minds demand privacy and the security of exclusive personal knowledge while our hearts desire the understanding and empathy from others. In other words, we want to share our thoughts with other people but we don't want to. There is definitely a burden in having slices of our minds laid out in another individual's hands, yet at the same time there is no other way to obtain the shared knowing, gentle smiles that spring from a mutual thought. Another great fear we have is having to deal with the other individual, foreign minds' response of our own thoughts. In the end, only a few people ever touch the core of our hearts, and even those special few possess the knowledge of but one aspect of our inner world.

Now we have the internet. A realm full of exciting potential, where we could simply stick pieces of electronic paper on the virtual walls and not have to deal with the responsibility of personally handing personal information (har har) to another individual. Hence the millions and billions of homepages sprouting in the lawn of WWW, each containing information as useful as solar-powered flashlights. And I, Rabby, have (unusually) decided to conform to the fashion and stick my own piece of electronic paper amid the countless others.

I give you my homepage, in all its magnificent, pirated Dreamweaver and Photoshop glory! Perhaps you will find a slice of my mind tasty.