Statement of intent

I spend too much of my time dedicated to work and work-related projects. I spend too much time shuffling through and meditating on past events - from my childhood and from yesterday. The rather unnerving thesis of Friedrich Nietzsche's The Use and Abuse of History for Life, that "there is a degree of insomnia, of rumination, of the historical sense, through which something living comes to harm and finally perishes, whether it is a person or a people or a culture," fills me with horror. I spend too little time in the present, enjoying my wonderful life, filled with persons and objects that mean everything to me.

What does the beast do? It lives unhistorically. I wish that I could.