Today was very pleasant in most ways, but I sit here worrying that I’ve wasted my adaptive energy. It is important to me to solve, or at the very least, to expose some problems in such a way that others can fix them. The Case of the Deadly Rolling Door sounds like a Sherlock Holmes mystery that he would solve with a short story. Whereas I can’t make it clear enough to sane intelligent people that their careers will be forever blackened in the normal roll of that door’s events.
This afternoon I went to a lecture about Black Holes. It was interesting and I enjoyed the presentation, but I came away with Sherlock’s thought in mind when Watson demonstrated to him that the Moon went around the Earth and they together went around the Sun. Sherlock’s response was to thank Watson for the information, but he would try to forget it as quickly as possible because it wouldn’t help him with his problems. He needed the brain space for doing his self-chosen job of detecting crime and this would simply be clutter to be brushed aside. Hmm? Perhaps I will need that information about black holes when writing my Prayer to the Universe. No. That information, if needed, can be found in a more useful display on the internet, even more coherently presented on Wikipedia, and there it can be corroborated, and not just hearsay form of a lecture.
Are my daily walks a similar waste of time? No, they are valuable for me because they help me to energize my thoughts. Simply bantering with an intelligent person about important things clarifies the issues. And this blog serves a similar purpose; it helps me to see better just what I’m trying to do. Of course, most people would say my time would be better spent doing as they do, like replacing their one-time-use paper or plastic straws with one of the now available multi-use metal ones.
We all do what we can, as we see the way forward, but changing over to paper straws to relieve guilt for a two-week Caribbean cruise-ship vacation doesn’t balance well in my world.
I guess I should wear one of those baseball caps, “A querulous Curmudgeon resides under this hat.” Querulous is too big a word for a hat!