This is a short blog post, but I just wanted to reflect upon the idea that I have finally accepted that I can't read all the books I want to read before I die. I can try. Definitely try. But whether or not I'm successful depends on so many factors.

We just installed the library in my house, and my wife went through the whole "fill 'er up" stage of stacking it with the volumes of books we had lying around (some even turned into a coffee table at one point). And I sit here looking at, thinking, holy crap!

You see, of the hundreds of books we have, I've probably read only a fourth of them. When I had decided to spend money on books like a maniac, I will never know (and I'll never stop, either), but just thinking of trying to read all of them made me sweat.

But I can try.

I wonder if I can quite my day job and just read...