Kenny’s “best before” date has passed. Now he is certain of one thing: he doesn’t count. You count. His life isn’t all that important. Yours is. He created this website in hopes that he could amuse you and help you learn a bit of what he has learned. When you were in high school, did you study the poem Ulysses, by Tennyson? Well, Kenny changed it! Shortened it and re-wrote it. Yes, he can do that, because he’s still alive and Alfred Lord Tennyson is not. Here goes:

I cannot rest from travel; I will drink life to the lees.
All times greatly, I have suffered and enjoyed,
Both with those who loved me,
And alone.
We are a part of all that we have met.
Yet all experience is an open road,
In an untraveled world whose boundaries fade
For ever and for ever as we move.
How dull it is to stop, to make an end,
To rust unburnished in some home, and not to shine in use!

This grey spirit,
Yearning in desire,
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought,
Invites you,
Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought,
That ever, with a frolic welcome took the thunder and the sunshine, and opposed:

Free hearts, free minds — you and I are old;
Old age hath yet its honour and its toil.
Death closes all; but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming those who strove with gods.

My purpose holds
To drive beyond the sunset and the sky;
To drive beyond the western stars, until I die.

We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven. That which we are, we are:
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Our adventures will be literary. We will follow roads of ancient wisdom-words into the unknown realm of our inner worlds.

Kenny DN