It is 5 degrees this morning. The snow on the ground is dried out, rippled, and cracked on its surface. The sun otherwise shines a heatless light, bouncing off the dusty snow and into your eyes. I think, deep in my head, as I squint through the wind, that my appetite for information is larger than ever.
When I was a kid I didn’t care about school. Even as a college student with some financial collateral at stake, I thought I was engaged, but I wasn’t. What we were learning seemed rote; like if we could simply remember it and repeat it we would get a good grade. This was a big turn off for me.
It wasn’t until the end of my college career that I asked my dad for a book that would blow my mind. He gave me The God who is there by Francis Schaeffer, a philosophical-theological thesis on the evolution of culture.
It did blow my mind.
Ever since then I’ve been interested in things. It lit up my brain. I learned about philosophy, theology, literature, etc.
Now I’m in a cubicle. Still hungry for information.
© Daniel Douglas