In a disclaimer prefacing his final argument in The Four Loves, C.S. Lewis provides as good of an introduction to my blog as any for those who would read it. As I aptly, but coincidentally, reach the four-hundredth mile marker here, I say with Lewis that in all I've written and, "in what follows, my efforts to be clear (and not intolerably lengthy) may suggest a confidence which I by no means feel. I should be mad if I did. Take it as one man's reverie, almost one man's myth. If anything in it is useful to you, use it; if anything is not, never give it a second thought." Read through this lens, my at times bombastic writing style and logical extremes may be more easily forgiven. I go to these lengths not with a view toward reductio ad hitlerum, but rather always feeling the need to draw a line in the sand; cut to the chase; present the truth starkly; or to use an image, to draw grotesque non-fictional figures in the footsteps of Ms. O'Connor.