Ὁ βίος βραχύς, ἡ δὲ τέχνη μακρή
July 1, 2012 § Leave a comment
The cultured life has many risks. The chief risk is waste of time. There is a vast amount of culture out there, it is practically limitless — it certainly appears infinite when set against our numbered days on earth; yet, the vast majority of this culture is — garbage.
Every day wasted reading a book which you will end up tossing out the window — or just dropping behind your bed — is an irreparable loss because time lost is never found. A day spent reading Black Book — or an evening spent watching The Iron Lady — is lost, totally, wholly, and completely lost; and the true horror of this loss is only realized when you think that you could have spent that time contemplating a painting by del Piombo or rereading Doktor Faustus.
How do you avoid expending your precious, dwindling resource — time — on stuff that does not deserve it, or worse, that may send you on a wild goose chase?