Odd day. Went to the coffeehouse in the early afternoon to read, and elected to sit outside amid the upturned chairs (morning storm), louring clouds, and occasional drizzle rather than risk the airless rooms inside. The people here seem to be a bit like the Chicago folks -- apparently comforted by airless warmth. The closeness of it, perhaps. Then the rain started in earnest, so I explored the downtown mall across the street, picking up a few necessary supplies.
Then, a long day filled with completely useless and frustrating matters, well into the night, missing the free concert at the arts center that I had mentally penciled in.
If things were going well, if Denmark didn't have the sulphur smell to it, I'd still try to wake from the thoughtless tread through the days that seems to animate so much of the world. But, with things going the way they are, waking isn't a virtue, but a necessity.
Postprandial: "July Rain" -- "Where will you go when spring floods the earth?"
Important set of UK international chambers seems to have reached a conclusion on the conflict in the Levant. That the sort of thing (unlike almost everything else in the news) that is more significant than it might at first appear to be. Perhaps. Haven't followed those conversations closely.
One tension in Kant is that knowledge can't reach beyond experience, and perception, and therefore experience, is limited to appearance. That which limits our thoughts is itself a bit false. Or at least chimerical. But, like a dull schoolteacher, it still wields the rod.
Things are seldom what they seem / Skim milk masquerades as cream...