Briefly

I discovered tonight that I’ve published 193,900 words here this year. For context, the typical popular business book is about 50,000 to 75,000 words. So I’ve written enough to have published several books instead. So the thought occurs to me that maybe I would do well to take a break from here and write a book instead. I don’t know what I think, but it’s an intriguing thought. Let me know if you have any thoughts about that. If I wrote a book right now, what do you think it ought to be about — based on the things you see me write about. Any thoughts?

Does everyone have a “true love,” even if we all love other people at different times during our lives? My rational side says it’s a silly concept from ridiculous movies, but my heart absolutely believes it’s true. I couldn’t rationally justify it, of course, and I wouldn’t try. I just know that something in me believes. To my heart, it feels as though I’m one half of something which was broken apart before we were ever born — and something out there whispers from far away, “You still need me.” And tonight, more than ever, I feel the empty place next to me which only my true love can fill. It’s flattering to be wanted by others from time to time, but they can be only pale substitutes — at best — for one who ought to be there. My brain knows my heart is irrational about this, but truth isn’t always rational

I can’t say this often enough. Books are banned in Ray Bradbury’s novel, “Fahrenheit 451,” but government censorship isn’t the point of the book. (Bradbury himself said so himself.) Censorship is merely a plot device to talk about what newer media are doing to the desire to read and understand literature. It was television when he wrote the book, but Bradbury would say the same things about the Internet today. It’s about people not being wanting the burden of having to think — and of them turning to mindless junk instead of anything worthwhile. It’s about people’s individual choices, not about the dangers of banning books. Bradbury said clearly that the culprit is the people, not the government. Clarisse McClellan’s family were used in the book to contrast thinkers from the rest of society. They weren’t out there fighting censorship. No, they were merely iconoclasts who had the good sense to talk and think about things that mattered, as opposed to almost everybody else — those who were entranced by the White Clown and his television friends. This book is more relevant than ever before, especially as social media consumes us and changes society for the worse. Please read the book. You might need it just as badly as I needed it when I first read it years ago.