Revisiting Reticence

I thought about it the other night, slightly ironically, all night. Reticence. Sometimes there's just so much to say, so much complexity and the words just don't exist or I just haven't learned them. Or, they do exist and I have learned them, I just can't articulate them outside of me. Or, perhaps, some things never get words and there you go! Aggregate knowledge is mind blowing -- every generation, nearly everyone, layers on and on and we are going somewhere but aggregate knowledge does not manifest the goal. So what then? I re-read letters from twenty years ago and some of those conversations were so close to something remarkable -- it's almost like everyone I've ever met was always just so close to something, if only they could have a small bit of guidance from their future selves -- maybe that tips the balance to greatness. Even more maddening is that a suspiciously similar, if not exact same boat sails today and we are all in it, just further down the continuum, needing something that will never arrive in time.

It's Probably True That Drinking Leads To Better Writing

It is probably true that drinking leads to better writing, but, like anything, you can always flip it around and look at it from the other perspective. But humans, as humans do, don't really like to flip things around and consider. It's always veni, vidi, vici, even if it's to get to the end of the bridge first, on a bridge and in a car that you did not design nor build (but that wasn't considered). At least the radio is loud so your import is not lost. Writing is goddamn painful! And writing leads to better drinking. Full throttle everything always leads to a wall and, like physics, walls always win. At the end of the day, if you've acquired enough wealth, even if that wealth was acquired sans power, someone will consider you great. It's awesome man; I just can't wrap my head around the falsity of it all. I guess we are too afraid of illness and death -- and no doubt, rightly so. But it's silly, there are so many great people out there, humble, unrecognized -- the cogs in the wheel to others' success, to everything. The keepers build the shaft and the takers get the gold. It sounds a bit like a Jerry Reed song -- a good, humorous place to stop: Go fast, don't consider, and may your holdings compound annually at a rate greater than 10%.