The joys of detours.

Maybe it wasn't exactly stumbling. After all, I didn't scruff myself, no injury was caused. So perhaps I should more accurately write that I was detoured by Jonathon Delacour. I read one of his blog posts, and then another, and then quite a few more. I ran a Google search to try and find out who this guy was. I even discovered that I'd probably encountered him years ago via a site I used to frequent. His writing was great and his thoughts convincing. The road was smooth and pleasant, and I definitely was enjoying the scenery ... and I was getting further and further off topic, unless, of course, my topic is the serendipitous pleasure of finding something that has so much more to offer than what I thought I was originally looking for. Had I chosen to focus more on the golden thread than on the magic strand, I certainly had a convincing example of just that.

And perhaps I should leave the last word on this particular matter to Delacour, whose blog has another wonderful essay titled: Let Us Now Praise the Art of Digression. He writes:

Shouldn't we be able to ramble/digress clearly and insightfully?

Go to: Now that's interesting, or
Go to: Whatever happened to ..., or
Go to: Who needs them?, or
Go to: A magic strand?