Fruitless Pursuit

I awoke at just after 3 this morning with the expectation that I would conquer the world before daylight. This did not occur.

I attempted my conquest only to be repelled by rational thought and struck by the reality that the world cannot be conquered by a mere man. Consequently, I vowed to overcome my ‘mereness’ before my next vain attempt. In the interim, I will live in relative peace and obscurity as a watcher. A watcher is one who, as you might have guessed, watches, which in turn tells time. The time is now 7:00 a.m. and the day is Wednesday, which translates into this: I must prepare for school. School, for me, involves playing with mud, with the objective of making masks. I will depart before too much more time passes for the sculpture studio where I practice my playtime. Until then, I will continue to drink my black coffee and ponder the imponderables. Have you ever spent time pondering the imponderables? You know, those things that cannot be fully understood or measured? Such an endeavor requires significant expenditures of mental energy that could otherwise be spent on productive thought. Productive thought; that’s an interesting word pair. Productive thought, it seems to me, would be thought that creates some tangible outcome. If that’s correct, and it is, the first word is redundant; all thought creates some tangible outcome. Although, the tangibility of that outcome might be open to debate. And, by the way, how can the first word in a phrase be redundant? You’d think the second word would carry the redundancy, wouldn’t you? Of course you would. But you, like me, understand the imponderability of primary versus secondary redundancy. Now that has been said and settled, I shall leave this jumble of letters and words to engage in some other fruitless pursuit.

Oh, by the way, I just realized this is post number 2,010 since I started this blog. I missed a major milestone by ten posts. I have 990 more to go before the next major milestone. And 490 to go before the next minor milestone. I wonder what adjective might describe milestones that are even less important than minor ones?

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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