Wrapped up in books

There's a low-burning sense of goodwill in me today. Yesterday I got a free book in the post. It doesn't look like my kind of thing, but when it comes to books, I tend to be easy. Insofar as I have a normal read, it's probably inspirational controversy by Richard Dawkins or satirical fantasy by Terry Pratchett. That doesn't mean that I won't consider slipping on a black cape and reading a book who's blurb includes the word "obsession". I reckon that I've something of the order of 500 000 hours left to live, and just maybe this will be the best book I'll ever read. I don't want to miss out.

It's almost paradoxical that this awareness of death can bring about happiness. It reminds me of Epicurus' garden, and an article I once read by Frederick Edwords. The idea is purely and simply to enjoy the good things in the world you experience, and not worry to much about the downsides. Today, I feel like I'm almost acheiving it. Everything is sweet and satisfying. It's times like this when I think the feeling we call "a good mood" is a good candidate for the meaning of life.

Well, I've got far too philisophical for a blog. I'm going to go home for a meal, and maybe to play in the sunshine.

Song in my head: "Some great song" by "Zeilsteen Radio don't like to tell you"