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01/04/2004: "Random Thoughts"

I really don't feel like writing today. Every idea that comes to mind seems too weighty or too flighty. Once I have a subject I have little difficulty in running it into the ground, in short order, thank goodness. Brevity is the main virtue of these pages. There's a lot occupying my mind but I'm not ready to put it down. I can't say, "put it down on paper," or, "write it down," since, technically speaking, this isn't writing and paper isn't involved. In Homer's time, there was nothing like paper in use; the reference to writing in him is obscure and problematic. My writing is nothing if not obscure and problematic. Even more obscure and problematic in written form; I abandoned cursive and write in sloppy semi-uncials. I admire the fragments that have come down rom the Pre-Socratics for their power and mystery; but they weren't stated, as fragments, to be powerful, mysterious, and opaque; but as parts of arguments which would be powerful, sound, and wise. What happened to Wisdom as an intellectual virtue?