+ Sarva's way... his own way!

Sarvananda was born some time in 1993-94. A little out of compulsion, a little out of desperation. At work, there were the four of us who used to work different shifts and exchange info through notes when our shifts didn't allow us to meet for a week or longer.

Pretty quickly, the notes became something of a routine, a ritual, and I was thinking of different things to write about when nothing obvious was available. Sarvananda was one of those incidental ideas, but has refused to go away. He crops up when I am searching my computer looking for files or going through my online file storage dumps, and I can't help the reacquaintance. Sometimes, when I am in the mood, I add a little more to Sarva's life - just a little.

I do feel a bit guilty. For someone who is more than 10 years old, Sarva has had unenviable growth, gaining just a couple of attributes. Sometimes, though, I am just glad that he still exists. He has possibilities, immense possibilities, as long as he just keeps breathing, because he can become just about anything. Much of what he could be can be imagined from past example, but the more exciting thing is that new material that could add to his personality keeps coming up continually.

Sarva is, and he will be. But how far he goes and how soon depends (see The Creative Impulse)