It's odd. In the common view of things, folks like me in situations such as mine simply don't exist. Undoubtedly, the social mind will come up with a sufficient number of 'cover stories' to explain the reality away. But if you take the thing in itself as itself, I simply don't exist to their minds. They would have no category in which to place me.
I am on the outside of the world of things here. So I must ensure that my perfections are real.
Weight training continuing apace. Two high marks for the bench press in the last week (supine press hammerstrength correlative) on increments of 20 lbs. Which is extraordinary. Multiple reps on both.
I have shifted the morning spiritual routine from Mass to meditation. Seems wiser, given the enervation of all involved with the surprisingly warm spring.
I have made a first pass through the Jena Logic, and am at least under the impression that I have half a clue. After a day or two on the Metaphysics, I'll head on to the main Logic. But the main work aside from piecework, seeking piecework, and flinging out academic CVs is working through Dewey's Works. I'm to the middle period, and I think I see what he's doing relative to the older thoughts underneath.
Today, though, a history of the Bosnian wars and a Barba book are on tap, once I finish the other things.
Everything is impossible here. I go on.