This morning I have nothing to add to the ordinary set of issues, complaints and serious concerns. I do at times wish that I had the ability to let things pass. They all do, as they say, and simply not concerning oneself about anything, immersing oneself in a meal, enjoying the sunny disposition of the day, simply walking toward no purpose, these things are necessary, and commonplace, for many. I have no objection to mindless activity in context. It is the "in itself" of mindlessness that concerns me. A blank emptiness creeps quickly into one's life when one continues these flirtations with nothing. The emptiness that comes so readily becomes the only part of one's composition. That is the easy way.
But I suppose I ought to consider that thought a bit more, since I am here talking to you. Friendship with nothing may after all be more.