2021/8/20 #poetry Awfully fine to spend my time dallying about with books and articles. Anything I'd like to understand, to think about, to muse on. Anything I'd like to give me a laugh or to make me sigh in wonder or beauty. Truths and fictions available both, opinions too, piled to the moon. Why don't I make a plan about what I'll study? It would detract from the freedom. The electronic requests I can make are so easily fulfilled that I can't imagine limiting their scope. I take in anything that could expand my world, anything that could sharpen my discernment. I sometimes loose hope that I'll finish some trail of interest I started previous to the one that I'm on, but that doesn't seem to matter as I've no true goal. With this way of meandering and swooping around the spaces of our collective minds I sometimes find a new way to understand my self or my purpose. A jewel, something I never could have sought. Am I really growing? I don't keep track, per se, so it it hard to tell. I'm always changed but perhaps not much. It's at the very least a welcome distraction and a fine way to spend some time.