“To invent your own life’s meaning is not easy, but it’s still allowed, and I think you’ll be happier for the trouble.” ~ Bill Watterson
“He who is certain he knows the ending of things when he is only beginning them is either extremely wise or extremely foolish; no matter which is true, he is certainly an unhappy man, for he has put a knife in the heart of wonder.” ~ Tad Williams
“Before you become too entranced with gorgeous gadgets and mesmerizing video displays, let me remind you that information is not knowledge, knowledge is not wisdom, and wisdom is not foresight. Each grows out of the other, and we need them all.” ~ Arthur C. Clarke
Looks like another day of . . . oh, even that does not make sense. Dull of mind, I sit within a headache, folded within a cloud of tinnitus. Ugh. It’s the kind of thing that will pass when I get moving. I would have been satisfied with looking at the stars until they fade from view. Instead I found myself getting caught up in a quote search, to find opening quotes for today’s post. I found myself wanting to argue with nearly all of them. And I found myself wishing I knew what to do with my time tomorrow. The important thing is that I found myself. Again and again. If I keep that up all of the annoyances and worries in my life will fall into perspective. Wasn’t that a thing back in the 60s? “Oh, he went off to find himself”. Do people still do that? I mean, can’t they just look on Facebook? At first, many years ago, yet not back into the previous millennium, I had great disdain for Facebook. Turns out I was justified in that outlook. Look, there are suspicious algorithms and skeevy Russian bots there. I still use it. What can I say? I’d better not say anything more today. I’m . . . . oh, never mind.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.