If I could just read every book, I would be able to know everything. The children’s library looked vast but conquerable.
Years later, the Tattered Cover looks anything but conquerable. In fact, when I stroll through a book store or library today, underneath the sense of wonder and possibility is a feeling of frustration, a loss for all that will go unknown.
In the early days of the internet, I got so excited because I would eventually be able to visit every website and absorb all of human knowledge. That sounds so absurd and naive now.
It is hard to accept that for every book I read a gazillion go unseen. For every website I gaze upon there are a googolplex more that will go unknown.
I want to grasp it all. I am failing miserably.
Only 4 more days to get your entry in for the Limerick Chick Contest. Get your inner poet primed for St Patrick’s Day.