Reflections on the Blank Page

Can the Haitian spirit subsist on mere words alone? Cast your minds back to the austere dominion of WordPerfect 5.1—a technological age when the labor of thought fell squarely upon the individual whose intellect, solitary and unadorned, confronted the void of a blank screen. There, the vertical cursor blinked like a sentinel of expectation, while the keyboard, void of artifice or ornament, stood as your sole instrument of expression. No mouse to guide the hand, no images to distract the eye—only the purity of language itself.

Such is the offering before you now—words unembellished, punctuated only by the rare appearance of graphs, a few pics, and tables.

Freedom.