Harvesting the war chest

The difference between reading a book and reading the newspaper: one's silent and one's noisy. This morning I'm reading a book.

Reading the book, the book quietly confirms a long time suspicion that we are ruled by the images others make for us--the most insidious kind of force--and that while we're reading we don't really know why the images are being made or what purpose they'll be put to in the future.

The book contains many startling revelations, foremost among them that we are further than ever from what matters and it is ourselves who have made it this way.

The night before he died Mussolini said, "I am crucified by my destiny." The narrator in Jim Krusoe's new novel, "The Sleep Garden", says on page 32, "Who was it that said: "The entire course of human history can basically be reduced to the acts of one total psychopath after another?"

More than enough to read, to process and then consume, or consume and then process. From now on I'll live like it's my last chance to do something, or not do something if that's the better choice.