I find myself wondering if there is anyone else out there who shares this particular obsession with sailing. There is something profoundly humbling about being at the mercy of the wind and the waves, isn't there? It forces a certain kind of discipline upon you that modern life rarely demands. kaže:
This is an excellent topic; I truly commend you for bringing it up.
My struggle with books is of a different nature entirely. I simply have nowhere left to put them. Between building my house, dealing with mortgage debt, and furnishing several rental properties, I’ve spread myself thin. There is space for everything else in my home, but there is absolutely no room left for my poor, neglected books.
Perhaps a divorce might actually prove beneficial for you? 😁
That is precisely why I opt to pack everything onto several external hard drives. I don't struggle with storage capacity—well, not exactly—since each drive seems to offer significantly more space than the last. There was a time when 500GB or even a single terabyte would have sufficed for my needs, but those days are long gone.
I am truly sorry, but I find myself at a loss. It appears the message you provided consists only of a single word that does not contain any context or content for me to work with. If you could please provide the full text you wish for me to rewrite, I would be more than happy to apply my process to it immediately. kaže:
I have always felt a near-fetishistic devotion to books, and I find it quite difficult to part with them. I am, truth be told, an obsessive-compulsive collector at heart. Because of this, my collection has grown quite extensive, though I lack any proper shelving to house them. Consequently, they end up scattered everywhere—cluttering nightstands, overflowing from bookcases, or tucked away in various cabinets. You might even find them squeezed between a broom and a can of tuna in the pantry, or nestled in the kids' room somewhere between the makeup kits and the Barbie dolls.
It’s a shame. And tell me, do you actually know how easy it would be to just organize all of that into folders? 😁
I find myself wondering if there is anyone else out there who shares this specific fascination. Is there truly no one else? kaže:
Having spent some time working in the medical field, I have accumulated a rather significant collection—perhaps thirty or so books specifically focused on medicine. Beyond that, I own a variety of legal texts, along with a selection of popular fiction from the eighties and various other genres. In total, my library likely holds a hundred volumes, if not more. It is quite a complete collection...You know those ridiculous little games people play—that constant, mindless back-and-forth where everyone is just picking sides and shouting over nothing? It’s all just noise.I currently have my collected works by Dostoevsky, Fromm, Tina Fey—a rare find, truly—and Borges on hand.
I am certainly not trying to belittle any particular author or literary movement, but I must admit that fiction just doesn't seem to click for me. No matter how hard I try, I simply cannot get into reading it.
I find myself wondering if there is anyone else out there who shares this specific fascination with sailing. There is something profoundly meditative about being out on the water, navigating the wind and the waves, that I simply cannot put into words. It is more than just a hobby; it is a pursuit of clarity. As requested:
As for astrology—I’ve actually managed to collect almost everything worth reading published here in America. I have about a hundred different titles printed out and professionally bound, simply because I can't stand reading from a screen.
I completely understand where you're coming from. Perhaps I should start printing some of my own works to import as well; that seems like a brilliant idea. I am just a bit lost on where to begin—I have a few articles scattered around that I consider sacred, but I realize I’ve only made it halfway through, still tethered to a digital screen.
Joseph Murphy10 said:Killer topic, props to you
My issue with books is a different kind of beast entirely. I literally have nowhere left to put them. I’ve been busy building a house, drowning in mortgage payments, flipping some rentals—you name it, I’ve done it—so the house is fully decked out, but there's zero space left for my poor, neglected books >
I've always had this weirdly fetishistic attachment to books—it's hard to let go. I’m a full-blown obsessive collector, so I own a ton of stuff, but since I lack actual shelves, they end up scattered everywhere: shoved in cabinets, sitting on nightstands, piled on side tables, or tucked away between the broom and a can of tuna—or in the kid's room, wedged between makeup and Barbies
I spent some time in the medical field, so I’ve got about 30 books from that world—some legit textbooks, some pop-science stuff. Then there's the 80s fiction era... maybe a hundred titles, maybe more. The heavy hitters too—you know those massive multi-volume sets—I've got the collected works of Dostoevsky, Fromm, Tina Ujevica (a total rarity, white hardcover set), Borges...
Then astrology—pretty much everything worth reading published here in the States, plus a bunch of PDFs I printed and bound because I can't stand staring at a screen... probably another hundred titles
Then theology, dozens of books there. Eventually, theology dragged me into philosophy, and since I don't have a formal degree, my reading is pretty chaotic. I'll stumble into a topic and try to dig deep, or an author will just grab me and I'll buy their entire back catalog. I'm constantly hunting through used bookstores, dragging home new finds that drive my wife crazy. I always have a massive backlog because I get distracted by something new and push my "planned" reading to the side. I keep hoping I'll eventually write an essay or just "post a few thoughts" online, so I figure I better keep my sources close ...
How long does it take to slog through a 500-page philosophy tome? Like, say, Heidegger's battle and time or Kant's critique of pure reason? Hmm... long enough that I barely catch the thread. But then again, I tore through Matulic's metamorphosis of culture—which isn't even strictly philosophy, theology, or sociology, though it hits all three—all 950 pages of that dense stuff in just 15 days.
A buddy of mine, a PhD in philosophy who also happens to be a composer, says he sets a quota for himself: one book a week, on average
Look, it's not polite for me to jump into a new thread first, but what am I supposed to do when I'm this hooked on books? Couldn't resist the temptation >
P. S. I'm huge on Berdyaev. Super interesting guy. I'm actually thinking about trying to link him and Camus—I feel like there's a common thread there that could form its own framework... or maybe try to bring Berdyaev's New Middle Ages down to earth by looking for traces of it in some modern dystopia and seeing if it fits our current world >>
Wait, what? Theology? Dozens of books? Like what, specifically? If you actually possess more than I do, I will gladly bequeath everything I own to you before I pass. 😁
Joseph Murphy10 said:Killer topic, props to you
My issue with books is a different kind of beast entirely. I literally have nowhere left to put them. I’ve been busy building a house, drowning in mortgage payments, flipping some rentals—you name it, I’ve done it—so the house is fully decked out, but there's zero space left for my poor, neglected books >
I've always had this weirdly fetishistic attachment to books—it's hard to let go. I’m a full-blown obsessive collector, so I own a ton of stuff, but since I lack actual shelves, they end up scattered everywhere: shoved in cabinets, sitting on nightstands, piled on side tables, or tucked away between the broom and a can of tuna—or in the kid's room, wedged between makeup and Barbies
I spent some time in the medical field, so I’ve got about 30 books from that world—some legit textbooks, some pop-science stuff. Then there's the 80s fiction era... maybe a hundred titles, maybe more. The heavy hitters too—you know those massive multi-volume sets—I've got the collected works of Dostoevsky, Fromm, Tina Ujevica (a total rarity, white hardcover set), Borges...
Then astrology—pretty much everything worth reading published here in the States, plus a bunch of PDFs I printed and bound because I can't stand staring at a screen... probably another hundred titles
Then theology, dozens of books there. Eventually, theology dragged me into philosophy, and since I don't have a formal degree, my reading is pretty chaotic. I'll stumble into a topic and try to dig deep, or an author will just grab me and I'll buy their entire back catalog. I'm constantly hunting through used bookstores, dragging home new finds that drive my wife crazy. I always have a massive backlog because I get distracted by something new and push my "planned" reading to the side. I keep hoping I'll eventually write an essay or just "post a few thoughts" online, so I figure I better keep my sources close ...
How long does it take to slog through a 500-page philosophy tome? Like, say, Heidegger's battle and time or Kant's critique of pure reason? Hmm... long enough that I barely catch the thread. But then again, I tore through Matulic's metamorphosis of culture—which isn't even strictly philosophy, theology, or sociology, though it hits all three—all 950 pages of that dense stuff in just 15 days.
A buddy of mine, a PhD in philosophy who also happens to be a composer, says he sets a quota for himself: one book a week, on average
Look, it's not polite for me to jump into a new thread first, but what am I supposed to do when I'm this hooked on books? Couldn't resist the temptation >
P. S. I'm huge on Berdyaev. Super interesting guy. I'm actually thinking about trying to link him and Camus—I feel like there's a common thread there that could form its own framework... or maybe try to bring Berdyaev's New Middle Ages down to earth by looking for traces of it in some modern dystopia and seeing if it fits our current world >>
It is never too late to start writing essays. By the way, browsing a used bookstore is a wonderful pastime. I visited one for the first time in my life right here—just a specialized bookshop, nothing else. I was genuinely surprised by the treasures one can find there. Being a fan of the Eastern Front, I picked up a book about the Battle of Stalingrad. I’ve bought three or four identical copies of similar titles, just different editions, directly from a major bookstore to give to friends, but this one was practically mint condition—so I’m keeping it for myself. I noticed a vast amount of other literature that would be worth owning, and the best part is that you can haggle; you can ask for a discount or offer what you can afford, and see how it goes—I’m not sure if it works like that where you are. You’ve given me the idea to visit there at my very first opportunity.
Joseph Murphy10 said:Killer topic, props to you
My issue with books is a different kind of beast entirely. I literally have nowhere left to put them. I’ve been busy building a house, drowning in mortgage payments, flipping some rentals—you name it, I’ve done it—so the house is fully decked out, but there's zero space left for my poor, neglected books >
I've always had this weirdly fetishistic attachment to books—it's hard to let go. I’m a full-blown obsessive collector, so I own a ton of stuff, but since I lack actual shelves, they end up scattered everywhere: shoved in cabinets, sitting on nightstands, piled on side tables, or tucked away between the broom and a can of tuna—or in the kid's room, wedged between makeup and Barbies
I spent some time in the medical field, so I’ve got about 30 books from that world—some legit textbooks, some pop-science stuff. Then there's the 80s fiction era... maybe a hundred titles, maybe more. The heavy hitters too—you know those massive multi-volume sets—I've got the collected works of Dostoevsky, Fromm, Tina Ujevica (a total rarity, white hardcover set), Borges...
Then astrology—pretty much everything worth reading published here in the States, plus a bunch of PDFs I printed and bound because I can't stand staring at a screen... probably another hundred titles
Then theology, dozens of books there. Eventually, theology dragged me into philosophy, and since I don't have a formal degree, my reading is pretty chaotic. I'll stumble into a topic and try to dig deep, or an author will just grab me and I'll buy their entire back catalog. I'm constantly hunting through used bookstores, dragging home new finds that drive my wife crazy. I always have a massive backlog because I get distracted by something new and push my "planned" reading to the side. I keep hoping I'll eventually write an essay or just "post a few thoughts" online, so I figure I better keep my sources close ...
How long does it take to slog through a 500-page philosophy tome? Like, say, Heidegger's battle and time or Kant's critique of pure reason? Hmm... long enough that I barely catch the thread. But then again, I tore through Matulic's metamorphosis of culture—which isn't even strictly philosophy, theology, or sociology, though it hits all three—all 950 pages of that dense stuff in just 15 days.
A buddy of mine, a PhD in philosophy who also happens to be a composer, says he sets a quota for himself: one book a week, on average
Look, it's not polite for me to jump into a new thread first, but what am I supposed to do when I'm this hooked on books? Couldn't resist the temptation >
P. S. I'm huge on Berdyaev. Super interesting guy. I'm actually thinking about trying to link him and Camus—I feel like there's a common thread there that could form its own framework... or maybe try to bring Berdyaev's New Middle Ages down to earth by looking for traces of it in some modern dystopia and seeing if it fits our current world >>
Wow, that is quite a respectable average then; roughly ten days for a 500-page book. Or about 50 pages a day. Ergo, I am certainly no amoeba.
I find myself wondering if there is anyone else out there who shares this particular obsession with sailing. There is something about the discipline required to command a sailboat—the constant negotiation between wind, water, and will—that appeals to my somewhat overly serious nature. It is a pursuit that demands total presence, leaving very little room for the trivial anxieties of daily life. I suppose I am a bit too earnest about it, but I truly believe there is a profound, quiet dignity in mastering the elements. As I have previously noted:
An acquaintance of mine—who happens to be both a PhD in philosophy and a composer—mentioned that you’ve set a goal for yourself to finish one book per week on average.
Is that really all there is to it? And he calls himself a professor? Honestly, I have a profound disdain for the killers I know—those individuals who can churn out two or three hundred pages a day without even breaking a sweat. It’s truly frustrating. 🤦
It is quite something. I have a friend who completed his PhD at Harvard, and he can easily clock twelve hours of reading a day—sometimes even more when the pressure is on. It was genuinely shocking to me. Yet, he insists that his own workload is nothing compared to what his professors go through. He talks about these legendary global intellectuals, and believe me, I know exactly who he means because I’ve read some of them myself. But those professors? They are tearing through ten books a week like it’s absolutely nothing.
My second closest friend—who was actually my best friend back when I lived in Chicago—earned his PhD in philosophy over in England. He told me this story more times than I can count: he would sit down to read around 7:00 or 8:00 in the morning, and that was it. He’d stay glued to that chair through the entire morning, all through lunch, and straight through the afternoon. By the time darkness fell and his wife finally returned home from work, he still hadn't moved an inch from his seat. 🙏 The sheer passion this man possesses for philosophy is nothing short of incredible. When he engages in a discussion—which happens quite easily for him—he undergoes a complete transformation. He becomes an entirely different person. His manner of speaking shifts entirely; he adopts this intense emotional fervor and a level of confidence that is truly striking. I’ve noticed a similar phenomenon among certain NBA players; I remember watching an interview where one athlete explained how professionals become completely different individuals once they step onto the court. Their entire mindset, their posture, their very essence changes. He approached his studies like a man possessed during his graduate years, moving from his Master's through to his PhD. That said, I wouldn't say his doctoral workload was quite as grueling as that of a friend of mine currently pursuing a PhD at the University of Chicago. To prepare for just a single semester, or even a single exam in one subject, my friend has to plow through forty books, sometimes even more. 🙏 He once told me how he’d spend two full pages drafting essays based solely on Amazon reviews and other snippets he found online—it was simply impossible for him to keep up with the actual reading. To be fair, those weren't even major works, just a handful of books; for most of his library, he actually had to sit down and read them. The four of us have known each other since our university days, but while they all went off to conquer the literary world, I spent the last decade immersed in the media industry. I used to work in media quite extensively—it's a third field I know intimately and enjoy, though I never bother posting about it here on the forum. Now, the old hierarchy is shifting. One friend, who finished his PhD in England, can barely manage to read a single chapter a month due to his obligations; he actually gets quite envious when I mention I've made my way through five pages of a book. Then there’s the guy from Toronto. He really needs to stay sharp since he’s wrapping up his PhD in Old Testament studies this year, but the man knows absolutely nothing about philosophy. If he understands anything at all, it’s only the most superficial concepts. The authors and texts he builds his theses upon are utterly saturated with philosophical thought, yet he remains blissfully unaware, and from the looks of it, it's completely irrelevant to his research. When I recently pointed out that you can't achieve depth without philosophy—that no matter how far you go, it's an essential foundation—he didn't even respond. He simply doesn't know it exists. That said, given his mastery of Ancient Greek, Biblical Hebrew, Persian literature, and various ancient manuscripts, one could argue he possesses a level of knowledge that borders on the obsessive. It’s truly surreal. He once called me while my apartment was literally going up in flames—I'm talking five ambulances, four fire trucks, ceilings collapsing, walls crumbling—and I sat there chatting with him for three hours straight. I acted as if nothing were happening, completely unfazed, as if I were entirely alone in the world. You can just imagine the scene.
These are exactly the kind of people I truly relish listening to. Honestly, after spending time talking with some of them, it takes me nearly five days to fully process everything. And then, when you inevitably ask, "So, what did you guys even talk about?" I find myself at a complete loss for words. Even if I managed to recount parts of the conversation, it would be a struggle. There is just so much left swirling inside me that I simply cannot find a way to convey the impression, the experience, or the sheer weight of the moment. I suppose I don’t quite know why.
Joseph Murphy10 said:Killer topic, props to you
My issue with books is a different kind of beast entirely. I literally have nowhere left to put them. I’ve been busy building a house, drowning in mortgage payments, flipping some rentals—you name it, I’ve done it—so the house is fully decked out, but there's zero space left for my poor, neglected books >
I've always had this weirdly fetishistic attachment to books—it's hard to let go. I’m a full-blown obsessive collector, so I own a ton of stuff, but since I lack actual shelves, they end up scattered everywhere: shoved in cabinets, sitting on nightstands, piled on side tables, or tucked away between the broom and a can of tuna—or in the kid's room, wedged between makeup and Barbies
I spent some time in the medical field, so I’ve got about 30 books from that world—some legit textbooks, some pop-science stuff. Then there's the 80s fiction era... maybe a hundred titles, maybe more. The heavy hitters too—you know those massive multi-volume sets—I've got the collected works of Dostoevsky, Fromm, Tina Ujevica (a total rarity, white hardcover set), Borges...
Then astrology—pretty much everything worth reading published here in the States, plus a bunch of PDFs I printed and bound because I can't stand staring at a screen... probably another hundred titles
Then theology, dozens of books there. Eventually, theology dragged me into philosophy, and since I don't have a formal degree, my reading is pretty chaotic. I'll stumble into a topic and try to dig deep, or an author will just grab me and I'll buy their entire back catalog. I'm constantly hunting through used bookstores, dragging home new finds that drive my wife crazy. I always have a massive backlog because I get distracted by something new and push my "planned" reading to the side. I keep hoping I'll eventually write an essay or just "post a few thoughts" online, so I figure I better keep my sources close ...
How long does it take to slog through a 500-page philosophy tome? Like, say, Heidegger's battle and time or Kant's critique of pure reason? Hmm... long enough that I barely catch the thread. But then again, I tore through Matulic's metamorphosis of culture—which isn't even strictly philosophy, theology, or sociology, though it hits all three—all 950 pages of that dense stuff in just 15 days.
A buddy of mine, a PhD in philosophy who also happens to be a composer, says he sets a quota for himself: one book a week, on average
Look, it's not polite for me to jump into a new thread first, but what am I supposed to do when I'm this hooked on books? Couldn't resist the temptation >
P. S. I'm huge on Berdyaev. Super interesting guy. I'm actually thinking about trying to link him and Camus—I feel like there's a common thread there that could form its own framework... or maybe try to bring Berdyaev's New Middle Ages down to earth by looking for traces of it in some modern dystopia and seeing if it fits our current world >>
You aren't alone in that feeling. The real trouble starts when a few of us get completely swept up in a literary obsession. LOL.
Joseph Murphy10 said:Killer topic, props to you
My issue with books is a different kind of beast entirely. I literally have nowhere left to put them. I’ve been busy building a house, drowning in mortgage payments, flipping some rentals—you name it, I’ve done it—so the house is fully decked out, but there's zero space left for my poor, neglected books >
I've always had this weirdly fetishistic attachment to books—it's hard to let go. I’m a full-blown obsessive collector, so I own a ton of stuff, but since I lack actual shelves, they end up scattered everywhere: shoved in cabinets, sitting on nightstands, piled on side tables, or tucked away between the broom and a can of tuna—or in the kid's room, wedged between makeup and Barbies
I spent some time in the medical field, so I’ve got about 30 books from that world—some legit textbooks, some pop-science stuff. Then there's the 80s fiction era... maybe a hundred titles, maybe more. The heavy hitters too—you know those massive multi-volume sets—I've got the collected works of Dostoevsky, Fromm, Tina Ujevica (a total rarity, white hardcover set), Borges...
Then astrology—pretty much everything worth reading published here in the States, plus a bunch of PDFs I printed and bound because I can't stand staring at a screen... probably another hundred titles
Then theology, dozens of books there. Eventually, theology dragged me into philosophy, and since I don't have a formal degree, my reading is pretty chaotic. I'll stumble into a topic and try to dig deep, or an author will just grab me and I'll buy their entire back catalog. I'm constantly hunting through used bookstores, dragging home new finds that drive my wife crazy. I always have a massive backlog because I get distracted by something new and push my "planned" reading to the side. I keep hoping I'll eventually write an essay or just "post a few thoughts" online, so I figure I better keep my sources close ...
How long does it take to slog through a 500-page philosophy tome? Like, say, Heidegger's battle and time or Kant's critique of pure reason? Hmm... long enough that I barely catch the thread. But then again, I tore through Matulic's metamorphosis of culture—which isn't even strictly philosophy, theology, or sociology, though it hits all three—all 950 pages of that dense stuff in just 15 days.
A buddy of mine, a PhD in philosophy who also happens to be a composer, says he sets a quota for himself: one book a week, on average
Look, it's not polite for me to jump into a new thread first, but what am I supposed to do when I'm this hooked on books? Couldn't resist the temptation >
P. S. I'm huge on Berdyaev. Super interesting guy. I'm actually thinking about trying to link him and Camus—I feel like there's a common thread there that could form its own framework... or maybe try to bring Berdyaev's New Middle Ages down to earth by looking for traces of it in some modern dystopia and seeing if it fits our current world >>
I have heard quite a bit about Berdyaev. I actually know a political science professor who seems to hold Berdyaev in higher regard than his own wife and children. 😁