There is so much work to be done it is not funny. I wonder how no one has ever thought to make films of V. S. Naipaul’s myriad books, if not chapters; endless Riche, rich and rice material.
I think and ponder too, how it is the sugar cane f...armers have not thought to develop other products from their fields like the making of paper and fancy paper from bagasse, we are so surrounded by other fibers besides that could be intermingled with the bagasse for texture, color and effect. Niche and Novelty market creation. No thought for the possible.
All this comes as waking before daybreak, and reading for two hours. I realize from the text, I don’t read enough, my language levels are deplorable. Imagine, as much as I write, I cannot think of ever recently, if ever, using the word, excrement. And as I turn on the news to write, I realize, it is good to find succor, rest and relief from harsh life living, in the words of good books. To read, learn and be a writer of what one observes.
Our publishing might be made easier if ever we wake up and make use of the wasted manna and fallow resources, left wanting. Downstream industry, free and integrated paper. NO thought for the possible
So, after only what would be three hours sleep, between excitement before bed and reading upon awakening, I think no great idea has stuck or taken traction here, because I am not supposed to be here. It was just for the healing, the regaining of a self after the phd battering. Instead of the typical black phd experience post of a nervous breakdown, the universe chose for me, respite and more lessons on the place of my birth, heritage, Caribbean nature and human reference. It has been and is interesting to sit with not doing, not knowing and finding contentment therein. I heard Arminon Fragga say last night, that all things tend to work itself out. in time
Here are to far more great and greater good mornings
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