I haven’t forgotten that the over-arching question underlying this blog is, “What is the meaning of life?” Although it may seem sometimes as if the matters I pursue here are merely of personal interest, I suggest that the underlying question is always there, and is important to us all, at one level or another.
This particular entry was written while I was visiting England four years ago. I had just bought and read Michael Reynolds’ The Young Hemingway.
This entry begins with my addressing Hemingway and ends with the guys on the other end of the line prodding me to do something I was reluctant to undertake. (Exposing my own shortcomings may be a way to make real what otherwise might remain only abstraction. Consider it my gift to you.) I feel like the writing and publication of The Cosmic Internet is partial fulfillment of this commitment.