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.