full throttle thinking: maybe learning

what prevents thorough and timely exploration of ideas? have we so completely compartmentalized each aspect of life that interconnectedness of learning has slipped quietly into the night behind us, leaving us to squint at 100,000 watts of flourescent facade? my schedule prevents me from completing anything cohesive, whether in mind, on page or in three dimensional prismatism. very little escapes its chrysalis. my memories are fringed with myriad loose ends and the future looks hairy from this distance. perhaps nothing can retain conclusion and loose ends are the essential tie-in points for constructive cognition. but we don't always tie these up properly. we rush, thinking we only need a connection to hold for a minute and then the knot slips, dropping that portion of understanding. the higher the point from which it falls, the less likely we are to find it intact and breathing. these haphazardly connected ideas are the sacrificial offerings we make to obscure, promised gods who only wish we would save our thoughts and think for ourselves.