I was doing my video diary last night.
I do a video diary every night. I just sit in front of the camera and recount what happened during the day, and how I feel about it.
Often it's a ramble.
It's unprepared, unstructured. But honest and heartfelt.
I don't know what I'm going to do with it all at the end of this Dallas experiment –
It's for myself more than anything.
The Indian astrologer said keep a diary, and that's what I'm doing.
But last night, as I began to talk to camera, a quote entered my head:
“The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails, whereon my soul is grooved to run.”
It's a quote by Herman Melville, from Moby Dick.
I read Moby Dick maybe forty years ago. I remember at the time writing that quote down in the front of my diary.
I don't have a good memory.
Too much red wine.
Yet last night, out of nowhere, that quote came back to me.
That's weird.