I thought, my entire life (NOT, just for the past two years) that physics was my calling. Science always came naturally to me, and I was always interested. Lately, however, I've discovered the other side of my brain is pulling just as strongly. Not only do I crave to improvise a sentimental recording on the piano, but now I get the urge to write. Anything. Everything. Whatever comes not to mind, but to the tips of my fingers connecting to my keyboard in a spastic symphony of letters and characters. What's the end product? Hell if I know.