Elsinore

There are men of thought, and there are men of action. In the extreme case, the two sets do not overlap. If you think hard enough, you realize that all action is futile because we’re all going to die anyway, and it’s much better to stay home and watch reruns of House. And if you’re out acting, well, you obviously didn’t think it through enough.

Or maybe the two can coexist inside a single person, and only clever intellectual maneuvering can keep the two sides from a complete détente of depression. *

I have devolved into a bizarre and tangled metaphor. To summarize: I think too much. I act not enough. I am not sure if the same “I” is responsible for both, whether the concept of “I” even means anything, and whether any of it even matters.

See, I overthought again.

* Yes, I realize that Hamlet already said that. I’m not going to quote the speech because, well, I’m not in high school anymore. Because of that selfish Shakespeare, all the rest of us have left to do is regurgitate his thoughts in slightly more modern Modern English.

** Much less abstract entry coming up, as soon as I wade out of the philosophical labyrinth. I’m thinking concrete nouns, actions verbs, visual imagery, the works. I might even throw in some pictures.