As I look THROUGH A BRIGHTENED PANE:
My being cut off from the internet at home has been liberating.
No longer am I chained to my computer as a man obsessed, madly surfing one wave, then another of massively inundating cyber-generated information. Long since my cranial capacity had been filled to overflowing, I would remain seated and motionless, mesmerized by pages of data that my eyes greedily consumed but that could scarcely be digested by a mind ill-equipped to process such an unending flow.
Now, on the other hand, I consider, one at a time, diverse facts on life and literature and love as they each parade before me in single file upon release from their bound pages. This bit of fact receives my cursory glance before its summary dismissal. Yet another insignificant dribble limps past but captures my alert regard. I grab hold of that small and humble jot and regale it as a rejoicing father who receives to heart and home the returning Prodigal Son.
On this little, newly discovered idea or thought my growing world of the intellect turns. These small and disparate points - added to my daily increasing cumulative knowledge - are all the better taken in and assimilated when their passage is slow and methodical before this student of life and learning.
Best of all is the view that I enjoy through my window as I take it all in ...
