Lost in the weak punditry of this digital age Too many fools think their wisdom is sage. Openly declaring that it's too slow to read. Furthermore, they can't be convinced of the need.
Fools have been, by participation. freely degreed. As for real learning, is there really a true need? Too much need for chaos is simply mindless disruption. What's needed is a slow read without any interruption.
Reading one line at a time is a priceless journey. One chapter at a time, it forges our greatest destiny. It's not tedious, but instead a true pleasure trip, It is meant to be tasted slowly, tasting each sip.
This digital age returns us to another broken time, Scriptio continua is recorded seemingly as if sublime. But it's hard t separate the clips of a continuous stream. So many words drift by as if in the echo of our dreams.
If we are to live life as the best of informed human beings, We must have something to help us define our true meaning. It's the visual cues that sort out the endless fragments, So that we clue into the full story, not just the remnants.
Reading one line at a time is a priceless journey. One chapter at a time, it forges our greatest destiny. It's not tedious, but instead a true pleasure trip, It is meant to be tasted slowly, tasting each sip.
As in the past, what is needed is true reflection, True thoughtfulness, not skimmed over inflection, Words heard for their fullest sense of meaning, Not just a distant echo filled with daydreaming.
Full reading for understanding is our obligation. Not simply letting words pass by without contemplation. Slow, deep reading is how we humans earnestly learn. In the poverty of attention we live, it is hard to discern.
Reading one line at a time is a priceless journey. One chapter at a time, it forges our greatest destiny. It's not tedious, but instead a true pleasure trip, It is meant to be tasted slowly, tasting each sip.
(c) March 9, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along