I’ve spent years thinking of the “what” of all these words, and virtually nothing of the “who”.
Who are the people that will sit down at their computer and find my encyclopedia of “Transformational Subjects” in the Google universe? Who will have the commitment to find “Identity” in the table of contents and sift through the pages to arrive there? And then read the dozens of quotations about the word? Then just sit there and let the wisdom of the ages wash over them, perhaps returning again and again to deepen “Identity” in their soul? Plus … will it make any difference in their life?
The other “who” is me. In the 80s and 90s, I was willing to sit in my cave and read hundreds of quotes, putting a corresponding number beside each (e.g. “Health” is 420), and then typing them into the right place. No such willingness in 2021.
I’ve imagined myself, fairly decrepit in a nursing home, my laptop on the overbed table, me sipping liquid meals from a straw … and working on my categories. Surely then I’ll have the time to complete my project. But will I have the mind?
So … what’s to be done? Hire a secretary? Despite receiving money for the work, who’d be willing to commit to such a massive undertaking? And I’d still be the one to decide which quote goes into which subject.
Oh me, oh my.
Glancing through all these bits of paper over the last few days has been nostalgic. “I remember this guy. I wonder when he wrote down this passage from some book.” Here are three samples of my recording wisdom. The first is a month or two ago. The second a few years ago. The third many, many moons ago. Look at how the handwriting has changed.
Ah … life is a potpourri. Whither shall we go next? What beckons me? Is there a loosening? Yes, I think so.
And there will be a Part Four tomorrow.