You see, I'm completely overwhelmed by the knowledge that, before I die, I won't get to experience everything that I want to. I will never be able to read all the books that I want, to write all the stories that I want, to knit everything that I want, or even to look at as many funny pictures as I want.
We are living in a world of fantastic content, and it's simply too much.
This post was sparked by chapter 6 of Beyond Literacy, "Information Overload" (http://www.beyondliteracy.com/information-overload/). I was drawn to the chapter because I've been thinking about this issue a lot, and it certainly confirmed my thoughts. It seems as if I'm not the only one noticing the onslaught of information, and having trouble synthesizing all of it.
I think synthesis is the root of the problem. If I could simply experience the content and then let it go, things would be fine, but I can't do that. I want to make connections, to link anything and everything in some way. It makes my heart happy to draw ideas out of other ideas. But I think if my heart has any more stimulation, it's going to explode.
Here's another funny picture, just to end on a nice note. (If you get this, we should talk and be friends.)
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