Tao and words
The purpose of words is to convey ideas. When the ideas are grasped, the words are forgotten.
Where can I find a man who has forgotten words? He is the one I would like to talk to.
The Way of Chuang Tzu
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Travel and wisdom
It is experience that is the ultimate teacher. That is why wise people travel constantly and test themselves against the flux of circumstance.
A Random Quote/Thought
"How can a blind man be a lookout?"
"How can an idiot be a policeman?!!"
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The title of this post was inspired by the original series of Tom Swift novels, such as the prescient Tom Swift and His Video Telephone (1914). If that eponymous Tom was around today, we might see him as a blend of MacGyver, Indiana Jones, and Harry Potter. Half spontaneous inventor, half madcap adventurer, and half boy magician — more halves than that Tom could have stuffed into His Aerial Warship.
If you’re a denizen of Pen World, you’ve been there — a fountain pen “misbehaves,” and there’s ink everywhere. Most notably on your hands. Those who feed the habits of the rest of us are especially vulnerable, according to Brian Goulet here: “…I live with ink-stained fingers most of the time!”; and here: “Inky hands are a point of pride around the Goulet shop.”
As I said in Part I of this post, hangers-on do one thing — they hang on. So in the aftermath of my late-June post, Is ‘Iterating Grace’ re-iterating ‘Milwaukee’?, I continued to check Twitter for mention of either “iterating grace” or #iteratinggrace. This was definitely FOMO-ish, but my co-hanger-on, Teddy Roland (@teddyroland), and I had invested more time than probably anyone (everyone?) else on the planet in trying to figure out who had created the phenomenon that was Iterating Grace (IG). So it was easy to rationalize just a bit more time every day or two or three.