This is rubbish, don’t read it.
No, really, don’t there is no information of value in the body of this text.
I’m about to empty my mind into the abyss of this machine, giving up its content to the electronic ether. If its coherency and wisdom you seek, go read some Plato, Eco, or Voltaire. Hell you’d get more sense from a Dan Brown novel than is present in this writing.
Thoughts bubble across my consciousness and being ephemeral cannot be pinned down onto a page with any reliability.
Desires, hopes and fears consume me in a moment and in the next are gone as if they never existed. I have no overriding obsession which consumes my every waking moment. I may seem to have a focus at any given moment but I can assure you that it is illusory and fleeting, like the shapes smoke makes. I have not found a thing which can hold my attention for more than an eyeblink (in the grand scheme of things).
Unfinished business seems to be all am capable of producing, a sea of incomplete projects or ideas not pursued or followed through. I will design a web page with a grand idea of making a living from it, and the next day I’l have forgotten it and have another grand design. I’ll set a goal and get halfway and then give up and change direction, distracted by some eddy in the flood of information I subject myself to.
Maybe thats my problem, I take in so much information that I cannot hope to gain anything form it as it sits unprocessed and unused in the crowded space between my ears. I have a pipeline to a wealth of knowledge and yet no use to put it to.
A to-do list exists as a malleable thing within my head, is order changes with the the whims of the day. In the space of one day I’ll be an artist, a musician, a designer, a writer, a philosopher, or a critic. I’ll have a plan and start to act but something always conspires to flick across my awareness and I’ll chase it like a magpie, ooh the shiny thing thats new and different and momentarily sublime.
Should I curb my need for input, restrict my intake of the world’s data, so as to focus on a single course for long enough to make something of it? Of course I should, but I don’t want to. I want to swim in seas of knowledge, drown in a river of information and dream every moment of the things than man, in all his infinite ingenuity is, and could be, capable of.
My name is Keith, and I’m an information addict. Is there a group I can attend? A 12 step program to wean me off the teat of this capricious and teasing sophia? I want to find a path through this swamp of useless fact and trivia, to find a purpose I can dedicate my mind to which will consume and occupy my intellect for more than a minute. Can anyone help?
