...and that is the sad, sad truth of my life right now.
So many books (and other printed materials PLUS online stuff), so little time.
Why do we have to write literature reviews? Don't answer, I know the answer, I'm just complaining.
How did people like Bernard Shaw and Camilla Adang and Abdul Karim Zaidan know so much and write so clearly? When did they accumulate all that knowledge? It's overwhelming, you know. All this dry flood of information in paragraph after paragraph after pa-ra-graph...totally makes me want to cry (except that if I do, I'll get swollen eyes until tomorrow morning and a runny nose for the rest of the week). So the only reason I'm not bursting into tears of emotion and awe and desperation now is because it won't be practical, like for health reasons. Who wants runny noses. Although crying is good for emotional health, etc etc.
But! I still love love love this. It's addictive. The more you read and listen, the more you realise how little you know...and then you'll be all overwhelmed and emotional again.
I think true love (for non-human beings, but applicable also to living things like cats) is when you hate something for making your life difficult but you still stick with it because you know it gives you something good at some point in your life.
I still don't miss calculus, though.
And He plans
4 months ago