so much, but gives back little for the hours it steals. It’s too hard to ignore the commerce and schlock, the maneuvers and machinations of the merchants that fund it all. Cars and homes and holidays aren’t worth a lifetime’s questing, if even a moment. Browsing is time in coma, a dereliction of duty to self, picking crumbs from other men’s tables. None of it, not one page or post or line can match a few seconds walking around the island garden or daydream-wandering by a train window. Those journeys lead to insights and discoveries from your own thoughts, alone and untainted. Sweet physical world. And sweeter vistas of the unshackled mind.
