January 4th, 2021


“Books are not made to be believed, but to be subjected to inquiry. When we consider a book, we mustn't ask ourselves what it says but what it means...”
Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose

It's all been said.

But there was no need to be ashamed of tears, for tears bore witness that a man had the greatest of courage, the courage to suffer.
Viktor E. Frankl, Man's Search for Meaning

Well, it's Monday.

For me that means I'm back in harness, sitting here waiting for the day to unfold and doing my early-morning thing.

I've enjoyed the break. 

A few days of rest and recuperation — and a bit of eating! — has been nice and very welcome given the shi*fest of 2020.

Today's post is reasonably short; namely, it's all been said before.

You know that.

So why then is it we're overwhelmed with all this consumer-driven content, books that we'll never read (even though a few keep whispering to us) and the unease of knowing, perhaps, that something's amiss with this world and the one waiting for the next generation?

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