The other day, I got the wild idea to get all my old journals out and read through them.
(You really are a glutton for punishment, you realize this, yes?)
Well, I thought it might be interesting. I started writing in 1981. Though really didn't get going until a few years after that. This is what I'm looking at:
I found something right off that really was a blast from the past. A letter from a Kabbalist. I had read his books and wrote to him... because there was no internet. He wrote back. He lived in England. I have the envelope. The Queen is on the stamps. You know, there is something to be said for an actual letter. When I think of the thousands of emails that I have sent, and the fact that I probably only have 20 of them printed on paper, it's kind of scary. If history becomes digital, it becomes extremely vulnerable to loss AND messin' around.
Anyway, I'm going to plow my way through this stuff and see if I learn anything.
(You could skip all that reading and just learn that you are certifiably insane right now...)
True. But where's the fun in THAT?