What the hey?
It seems like everybody's having a difficult or moody week. Maybe it's the impending change of season; or more likely that everybody seems to be going through some sort of change in their life and it's hard to not be melancholy over moving away from what's become familiar. It's the choice between drifting away or rotting in place.
I'm re-reading Moby Dick again. It's a lot easier than I remember it, or possibly this is because I've read it often enough that I can just glide along. I had forgotten that Melville actually has a pretty sly sense of humor that he'll sneak in here or there. At the end of one chapter, he compares a hunter being accidentally embalmed in a hollow tree full of honey to people being philosophically entombed by Plato. Ha!
Reading it always make me think about sea voyages. In some way, the idea of being a sailor appeals to me, since the sea is so huge and open and unknown, a perfect situation for self-contemplation. I'm sure that if I would go to sea, I would be bored stiff in a matter of days; still, there's something attractive to the notion of finding yourself through isolation in nature, similar to how I felt when backpacking in the High Sierra when I was young.
Well, here's hoping next week goes better for everybody.
I'm re-reading Moby Dick again. It's a lot easier than I remember it, or possibly this is because I've read it often enough that I can just glide along. I had forgotten that Melville actually has a pretty sly sense of humor that he'll sneak in here or there. At the end of one chapter, he compares a hunter being accidentally embalmed in a hollow tree full of honey to people being philosophically entombed by Plato. Ha!
Reading it always make me think about sea voyages. In some way, the idea of being a sailor appeals to me, since the sea is so huge and open and unknown, a perfect situation for self-contemplation. I'm sure that if I would go to sea, I would be bored stiff in a matter of days; still, there's something attractive to the notion of finding yourself through isolation in nature, similar to how I felt when backpacking in the High Sierra when I was young.
Well, here's hoping next week goes better for everybody.