Floating like a butterfly in the vastness of human knowledge.

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Sometimes I'm jealous of people who are able to plunge themselves into research, who can devote all of their efforts to one tiny corner of the vastness of our world. I admire their powers of concentration, their ability to attend to detail. I've tried, but I can't seem to call upon the required self-discipline. Unlike Marx, I'd quickly tire of reviewing all the pertinent literature on a topic before attempting to contribute my own small brick to one particular wall of the structure of human knowledge and understanding before jumping over to another area of the building site.

Which is, I suppose, why I often feel as though the web was invented with me in mind.

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