“A gift that cannot be given away ceases to be a gift. The spirit of a gift is kept alive by its constant donation.”
– Lewis Hyde, The Gift
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“Of course I never considered myself the owner of these things, only their custodian for a certain time. I was not tempted by a sense of possession, of having them for myself, but I was intrigued by the idea of bringing them together, making a collection into a work of art. I was aware that in this collection I had created something that in itself was worthier to last than my own works.”
– Stefan Zweig, The World of Yesterday
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Like a distant bell, I’ve been called once more to pass comment.
Why maintain this blog? Is it for riches? Fame? A slap on the back from the internet?
Of course not. As is clear in writing this, I am writing for myself. This is my record: my collection of thoughts and ideas.
I happily intermingle with the words of the wise during my intellectual journey toward the mythical lands of comprehension.
I have a love for words and ideas. I am unique in as much that I read what I am drawn to. No other person on this planet, nor any all encompassing AI thinks, selects, intrigues and wonders as I do.
This doesn’t make me special. But how many other people stop to attempt to process and organise the sandstorm of information that daily blows through us? I attempt here to shake out from my crevices grains of thought worth remembering.
I appreciate this feeling. Of having stopped and written.
A little momento to add to my archive.
I owe it to myself to return tomorrow…
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