Whatever it takes...

Oh, I forgot to mention ... perfection of effort is not required, by the way. It is the consistency of attempting to work your tools that brings progress. It’s like anything else. If I want to tone muscle, lifting a ten-pound weight a few times every day will move me toward my goal much quicker than hoisting a fifty-pound barbell once a week. Yes, it really is true; slow and steady wins the race. Just try a little, every day. You’ll see.

At times I feel as if I had lived all this before and that I have already written these very words, but I know it was not I: it was another man, who kept his notebooks so that one day I could use them. I write, he wrote, that memory is fragile and the space of a single life is brief, passing so quickly that we never get a chance to see the relationship between events; we cannot gauge the consequences of our acts, and we believe in the fiction of past, present, and future, but it may also be true that everything happens simultaneously. That's why I write this thing that is not a blog, in order to see life in its true dimension and to defy my own poor memory.