So this is the new year

This is the beginning. This is where it starts. This is the present, soon to be the past. Passed. This tiny moment of existence marks the birth of something. Birth without amniotic fluids. A grand opening minus the grand, but hopefully still including a pair of scissors suited for a giant. Scissors and checks are the only things we think to manufacture in size G (for Giant)? We're just not thinking straight. Crooked thinking, swerving thoughts, skipping plans. So what exactly is the plan? What is starting? Commencement of what? Anything and everything is yet to come.