Feeding My Head

Trying to process all the literature, philosophy, history, sociology, and ethics that I’ve been subjected to over the last two days is like trying to drink out of a fire hose.  For all of my 51 years that I can remember I’ve been trying to learn new things–sometimes to a point that might be considered obsessive.  At this point I’m wondering if maybe there’s no more room in my head for anything else.  Maybe I’m full.

Sometimes I envy our son, who can recall something perfectly after reading it one time.  I, on the other hand, sometimes can recall nothing of something I just read.  But I think that if I learned more easily it might have made me lazy about studying.

In any event, I’m coming out of this class with more stuff in my head than I started it with.

What I’ll do with it is another question.

Love Wins