In short, it's a great repeatable read.

Imagine someone being able to write the ultimate book for our instant gratification society. Speed is all that counts and if you need something profound, you need it yesterday.

I only recently read a Terry Pratchett book and that was not by design, as I had lost an inopportune bet and the price was a tome that goes by the name 'MORT'.

Strange that I not only enjoyed but also chuckled along with an author that combines instructive insights into philosophy, physics, metaphysics and a whole horde of other deep stuff. All done in a throwaway, take out kind of style tailormade for the current hustle and bustle lifestyle of coffeeshops and reading in waiting rooms while texting dinner instructions, coordinating a board meeting, intentionally ignoring the seat occupied next to you and of course moaning at the assistant for delaying your jampacked donut day.

Bite size chunks of takeout wordplay that remain curiously rereadable. Instant gratification that can be repeated at leisure. In short, it's a great instantaneous read.

My fave quote from this reading sums up the endless quest to be moving on to the next 'big" thing. "People don't alter history any more than birds alter the sky, they just make brief patterns in it."

Brevitous

I got mail, therefore I am.

Dilbert got the human psyche spot on here. Most people need continuous confirmation that they exist and the easiest, least stressful method is via superficial attention from other people.

Most people have outrageously big address books crammed to the rafters with gratuitous addys that link to gratuitous people that are also seeking confirmation of a robotic existence that gains meaning via email.

This curious human affliction is great to watch from the sidelines and to speculate even wager on who of any given grouping of lab rts has a breakdown first.

One could sceptically wager big bucks on whether the said breakdown is actually real or just a desperate bid to keep up with the latest fad.

Most people boast about the size of their onbox and enthuse about the wasted hours wading through meaningles mails that clog the system just like cholestrol clogs the arteries and leads directly to heart failure.

All in a vain bid for affirmation and confirmation of existence. Vain because fleeting, as the whole process begins again at least once a day and has to be repeated as and when necessary.

This really is it ...

This really is it as I survey the possibilities of blogging further and contributing yet more baggage to the daily increase of data online.

An old mate, Dreaded Outsider, once highlighted the dangers of unwittingly contributing to this avalanche that will at some stage reach critical mass. Until then, just like the greenhouse that we pretend isn't there, let's party on!