After the glorious sunshine of the past couple of days, it's a grey start today. I didn't begin the day with a mug of tea in the garden but haven't let that get me down – instead, I am reinvigorated, resolving to get It's Only Words finished.
I've, so far, added some extra references including John Stuart Mill (of his own free will) on eccentricity but have now got the Monty Python Philosopher's Song stuck in my head.
I don't think there's too much else I'll add or I could get stuck always wanting just a bit more – there's got to be a point where you say it's good enough or be paralysed by perfection.
"What if this is actually a pivotal moment in time? What if we've collectively poked a hole in reality, looked through, and now have to decide whether we want to ”˜stick' or ”˜twist'? What would that mean for me individually, for the society I live in, for us as a species?"
Doug writes "The pandemic has exposed as a lie the story I tell myself that I'd be reading academic philosophy if other things didn't get in the way." As I've written myself, so much time has been wasted over the past year as though the zeitgeist became infused within me. I sometimes imagine what I could have achieved had I knuckled down earlier.
Still, I've almost completed "Words" so that's at least something I've achieved.
While going through some notes I remembered that tomorrow is muse-letter day and I hadn't even thought about what I was going to write about. Two sections of notes intersected perfectly with each other, and with one of the themes I had been holding in reserve. 700 words appeared before I truly knew what was happening – I think it'll be ready on time.
