Gnomon

 

Surrealism / M.C. Escher/ Sundial ( XXIV Emblemata: rejected plate)

Another day away from work.  Taking today off, taking Tuesday off.  Relaxing and doing stuff.  Gotta burn up sick leave and annual leave.  After all, fourteen months and change.

So today is pondering the assumptions going into our current society/predicament.  Depending on just how I approach this, this could go just about anywhere.  I am blaming Michael and Keith for this.  They both have been routinely blowing up trains of thought that were on the way to running off the cliff anyway.  I suppose they were doing their due diligence, but nothing is quite so annoying as spending effort developing a line of reasoning and then having someone show you that one of the supports can’t quite bear the load.  Sigh.

I have been trying to start Octavia Butler’s “The Parable of the Sower” and have been failing.  I just can’t really get into a well written dystopian novel right now.   I think that the phrase “all truths are half truths” came out of that book, but I can’t seem to find the phrase to feel confident about quoting it.  Might be just a dream of mine.

But that is the way that things seem to me right now.  I am trying to get my mind wrapped around what is happening and when I start digging down, I get information telling me that the previous thing that I used to begin developing the ideas or thoughts didn’t quite get me enough information.  So then I have to backtrack and start again.  Sometime I feel as though I am at the gnomon of a world-sized sundial and am trying to keep up with the movement of the shadow across a culture-sized dial plate.  

Sometimes it is just exhausting.  Maybe gonna take some time away from the thinking and rot my brain in an attempt for a reboot.