I guess if I start this writing thing again, I'll have to start the reading thing again. I don't have that much fiction on my shelf I haven't read. A lot of thick philosphy books, though, that I thought I'd be able to read and understand but I was wrong. I might start hacking at them and trying to understand the cryptic notes I've already made in the margins and covers of them. I might gain enlightenment. Which would be nice. But if that were the case, someone before me would have found it already. So what's the point? I might start with that copy of Confucius' Analects I stole from the library in Ballarat. I like the idea of reading stolen Confucius.