Today makes two weeks. My average for the second week is 2.50 miles per day. My total average for the past two weeks is 2.17 miles per day. After running 30.4 miles over the past two weeks I can honestly say the only thing I regret is the lack of endurance I possessed to have not run or typed more.
“The man who is capable of steering a clear course through it, who can perceive under the chaos presented by every vital situation the hidden anatomy of the movement, the man, in a world, who does not lose himself in life, that is the man with the really clear head. Take stock of those around you and you will see them wandering about lost through life, like sleep-walkers in the midst of their good or evil fortune, without the slightest suspicion of what is happening to them. You will hear them talk in precise terms about themselves and their surroundings, which would seem to point them having ideas on the matter. But start to analyze those ideas and you will find that they hardly reflect in any way the reality to which they appear to refer, and if you go deeper you will discover that there is not even an attempt to adjust the ideas to this reality. Quite the contrary: through these notions the individual is trying to cut off any personal vision of reality, of his own very life. For life is the start of a chaos in which one is lost. The individual suspects this, but he is frightened at finding himself face to face with this terrible reality, and tries to cover it over with a curtain of fantasy, where everything is clear. It does not worry him that his “ideas” are not true, he uses them as trenches for the defense of his existence, as scarecrows to frighten away reality.
The man with the clear head is the man who frees himself from those “fantastic” ideas and looks life in the face, realizes that everything in it is problematic, and feels himself lost. As this is the simple truth---that to live is to feel oneself lost---he who accepts it has already begun to find himself, to be on firm ground. Instinctively, as do the shipwrecked, he will look round for something to which to cling, and that tragic, ruthless glance, absolutely sincere, because it is a question of his salvation, will cause him to bring order into the chaos of his life.”
That was written by Jose Ortega Y Gasset (“The Revolt of the Masses”) and it gleams with truth in terms of digging deep and asking yourself, “What is real?”
He wrote that in 1930 and here we are in 2010 still wondering what role we have on Earth as individual human beings. Everyone acts cool and confident as though we all actually know what we are doing here with our lives, but do we? Greatness is not something you find; it is something that is thrust upon you when you least expect it. We, as Americans, have an opportunity to harness greatness in November and to turn Washington, DC upside down with sense. America has arrived at a fork in the road in which it is either going to continue to be America or it will cease to be America. The choice is ours and greatness is extending its hand to every American who is blessed enough to be alive right here and right now.
2,049.6 miles to go.
“The man who is capable of steering a clear course through it, who can perceive under the chaos presented by every vital situation the hidden anatomy of the movement, the man, in a world, who does not lose himself in life, that is the man with the really clear head. Take stock of those around you and you will see them wandering about lost through life, like sleep-walkers in the midst of their good or evil fortune, without the slightest suspicion of what is happening to them. You will hear them talk in precise terms about themselves and their surroundings, which would seem to point them having ideas on the matter. But start to analyze those ideas and you will find that they hardly reflect in any way the reality to which they appear to refer, and if you go deeper you will discover that there is not even an attempt to adjust the ideas to this reality. Quite the contrary: through these notions the individual is trying to cut off any personal vision of reality, of his own very life. For life is the start of a chaos in which one is lost. The individual suspects this, but he is frightened at finding himself face to face with this terrible reality, and tries to cover it over with a curtain of fantasy, where everything is clear. It does not worry him that his “ideas” are not true, he uses them as trenches for the defense of his existence, as scarecrows to frighten away reality.
The man with the clear head is the man who frees himself from those “fantastic” ideas and looks life in the face, realizes that everything in it is problematic, and feels himself lost. As this is the simple truth---that to live is to feel oneself lost---he who accepts it has already begun to find himself, to be on firm ground. Instinctively, as do the shipwrecked, he will look round for something to which to cling, and that tragic, ruthless glance, absolutely sincere, because it is a question of his salvation, will cause him to bring order into the chaos of his life.”
That was written by Jose Ortega Y Gasset (“The Revolt of the Masses”) and it gleams with truth in terms of digging deep and asking yourself, “What is real?”
He wrote that in 1930 and here we are in 2010 still wondering what role we have on Earth as individual human beings. Everyone acts cool and confident as though we all actually know what we are doing here with our lives, but do we? Greatness is not something you find; it is something that is thrust upon you when you least expect it. We, as Americans, have an opportunity to harness greatness in November and to turn Washington, DC upside down with sense. America has arrived at a fork in the road in which it is either going to continue to be America or it will cease to be America. The choice is ours and greatness is extending its hand to every American who is blessed enough to be alive right here and right now.
2,049.6 miles to go.
