I am frustrated with the speed of my keyboard, it seems that the letters don’t come up as I type them if I type to fast but there will be blankness for awhile and then the letters will appear, one by bloody one. It’s a small price to pay, I suppose, for the privilege of broadcasting my words to the universe at large, but I find it frustrating.
Also, it seems to happen most when I have something important to say. Perhaps that’s a sign from the universe, because I have noticed that what I think important to say, almost no one else ever does, and perhaps it’s just the umbrella paradox, i.e. it only rains when you’re not carrying one. It’s not really true, but that’s the time you notice it.
Maybe there’s something in our evolutionary makeup which makes us paranoid (There’s a certain logic to that. In more primitive times a lack of paranoia would get you killed, pretty sharpish), but wherever one thing is, there its opposite is, too. While our minds are seeking out the most negative possible angle on every situation, we overlook the obvious opportunities in front of us through thinking about everything that could go wrong.
We talk about ‘The Tragedy of the Commons,’ but what about ‘The Opportunity of the Commons?’
Every blank page is a potential start of an unwritten novel and the universe is filled with blank pages. Every spare moment is a chance to begin anew.
That’s my 250 words for the night. Sleep well, friends, and good luck to those of you in Philadelphia.