…when all there is to ‘do’ is make a cup of green tea.
There is no junk mail delivery.
Some ADD Cat Stevens (Yusuf Islam) for your dining, dancing and mellowing out pleasure.
No, not Attention Deficit Disorder; Analog-Digital-Digital.
(Perhaps not technically accurate and I wanted to make the joke.)
……I have less ‘figured out’ than I did before.
I texted that a couple of days ago to ‘The Select Seven’.
An adviser replied, as paraphrased, letting oneself relearn what makes them tick and how the world works is an ongoing process and a joy of lucidity, a great journey.
One of my closest friends related to the thought/feeling “especially dealing with fatherhood and getting older”.
‘The Professor’ offered, “I think that is the beginning of wisdom”.
I appreciate the responses.
I feel we’re all pacing in one way or another: from the homeless walking back and forth along the Venice Boardwalk, Santa Monica Blvd., etc. to the billionaire business executive circumnavigating the globe every so often in a private jet; and everyone in between.
(My pacing is usually from my place to the corner of Los Feliz & Hillhurst and back.)
Thinking through or grasping a deep concept/subject is like making one’s way down a corridor who’s opposite walls are deep soft cushions that press up against one another.
The going is slow.
…is even less than the void of outer space, yes?
No ether, either.