As every week, for some years, I have gone to the post box, got my copy of the Economist and tried to read as much as possible during the week so as to educate myself in the doings of the world in as non-biased information, as I can judge. During these same periods of years I have, at 83 years of age, gradually forgotten much of what was part of what I thought I knew and stored over the years in the cortex I believed I owned. It's not a river that the verbiage of the Economist flows in and instantly out of my head, but more like the Sisyfean task of pushing the large rock up the hill only to have it return down to its original position once I tire and let it go. Either the old knowledge departs to make space for the new or the new news departs by the time the rock slowly rolls down the hill. Is it that Sisyphus was foolish or admirable to continue his activity because he was mythological and immortal, so would do it forever? My time is limited; I am mortal and I don't know where I am going but I'd like to know, even for a short period of time, where the world is going, even if I forget where I am going or more likely don't know.
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