Saturday, December 27

short

I've been trying in vain to steal away and read deep, intellectual books like Religious Affections by Jonathan Edwards. It seems that (more important) stuff just keeps coming up that gets in the way, like going to get pancakes with my granddad or playing with tents in the living room.
Someday I'm going to finish reading a seriously esoteric work and feel wonderfully intelligent. Until that day, I'll just have to be content wondering how on earth people make time to write them.

1 comment:

concarne said...

I'm in possesion of many wonderfully esoteric works, including "religous affections"... we should read and then talk about them and then we can feel intellectual together.