Do you like reading these posts? The ones that teach you moral lessons, I mean?
I certainly don’t like writing them. If I felt like wasting time blogging about every trivial day-to-day experience, I would have stuck with my livejournal, thank you very much. Ideas are what I care about; journal entries hold no interest for me.
And as it turns out, the entire project has proven to be a great deal less interesting than I was anticipating; if anything, indeed, it has only highlighted the futility of trying to shoehorn pithy little bits of fortune-cookie wisdom into random sequences of events. Only very rarely, as it turns out, do experiences actually have any sort of moral order to them, and there is no reason to expect that such order, if indeed it does exist, should be neatly discretized to daily intervals. Is one day equal to one story? Of course not! Thus, you see, it was fundamentally flawed from the beginning. What’s left is a sort of ‘moral pareidolia”–a sort of Rorschach test to find patterns in chaos.
Fie on it, I say! If you want to read insipidly boring moralizations of day-to-day experiences, may I recommend the Life of Theresa of Avila by Herself. If you want to read something that’s actually interesting, then I will try my best to accomodate you.
Which brings us to our final moral lesson:
If something is boring and pointless and you have no real reason for doing it, then by all means find something better to do with your time.