Thoughts about Paris

The city of light never disappoints.  What I like the best is dressing up on a cold day and walking through the her streets.  I spent hours walking through the artist community called the Latin quarter and the left bank where her winding narrow friendly streets with cafés and restaurants fill the senses and spirit.  And then her romantic meandering streets open up to spectualar magnificent views of Notre Dame and the Louve.

It felt wonderful to take a trip to Paris just to sample and connect to the place most called home for artists. And I thought often about our group and how each of us would be so at home here and excited to share the experience.  

Although alone I walked with many companions.  You guys, our newly formed homegrown artist community sharing our excitement and trials pursuing our dreams.  I also felt the ghosts of Hemingway and Sartre.  And a camaraderie that I visit their venerable place of culture to deliver a lecture of my own creation -- -- mathematics not literature, however my own creation nonetheless.  I felt a companionship of  shared kinship -- -- business associates are colleagues, but fellow artist are more like blood brothers.  When I read of their struggles, sacrifice, obsession, rejection .... I feel connected to their spirit -- -- this characterizes my life and career even though it resulted in a business.  It was much more the new mathematical creation than the business enterprise.

I write this to both reflect on Paris but also to share with you.  There is something really special about our new group and I feel a strong bond and connection to it.

Tom