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The Snake Spoke!
An estimation of how much imporant intellectual progress is squandered, lost and omitted in order to accomodate the work of the day.
Sunday, 2004-09-19 | Classic Gin, Literature, Philosophy
The amount of great ideas and information and feelings and impressions and single lines of fragment-like poetry that is lost in a day's time, in a week's time is truly staggering. As one who revels in the archival of all forms of information and deeply values the persistence of human expression, it really does cause me a great deal of consternation. Hence I write this blog.
My problem, however, is that I simply haven't got the time to get everything arranged, composed or written or to get everything, once it's been arranged, composed or written in to this space. So, as I relish the opportunity that this presents, I loath the reality that it confronts me so regularly with.
C'est la vie numerique, I suppose. The most poignant ironies of life are those that have to deal with unrealized potential and squandered endowment.
In related news, I had planned to discuss the pressing concerns of today--Karl Rahner's muddled epistemology and the role of agency in philosophical anthropology, my dismay at the lack of TicketMaster's official announcement of the Deftones show that is supposed to be taking place on the 30th and the nature of my undergraduate education, to name a few--but instead I have gone unfortunately meta, discussing only the fact that I wanted to discuss the above things but have decided not to.
There are mice overrunning Curtis Hall even as we speak.
