Ever get the feeling you've nothing left to say? And don't feel like saying it? I do, once or twice a year. That's when I give up blogging once and for all, like in the fall of 2005, two months after starting the blog. If a man can't say all he has to say in two months, then--
Wordiness is not an excess of words, but a dearth of ideas.
The deluded are prolix.
In each post I try to present ideas as concisely as possible. It just looks prolix, because there are 5,300 posts. Still, it would be nice to boil it all down to a series of aphorisms, maybe even numbered, so one can ascend stepwise from one truth to the next. Let me think about how to do that and get back to you....
2 comments:
Ever get the feeling you've nothing left to say? And don't feel like saying it?
Yes, I know that feeling. Sometimes pure inactive Slack is in order.
Good Doctor, you are on the South Col in striking range of the summit. This is no time to summarize; call forth your Sherpa. It is time to bring in the final topic: love. Your treatise on love is needed to cap your prolix blog career. That is Trench opining. Loose bots sink...pots?
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