101 Words – 023

Once again I start writing without knowing what I’m going to write about. And when you don’t know what to write about you write about not knowing what to write about. Of course there are a thousand things to write about, but the mind somehow says that there is nothing. Or at least nothing worth sharing right now.

Speaking of the mind knowing itself I noticed in my twitter feed that it’s John Locke’s birthday today. That was via Brainpickings. I sometimes wonder about the value of dipping into a philosopher in that way – without the full context of Western philosophy.