Taleb speaks of the “anti-library”.
What a wonderful notion, the idea that one’s prodigious collection of unread books constitutes evidence of that which a person is aware he does not know, at least with great specificity — a form of knowledge in itself, arguably. Thus, the metes and bounds of a monkey’s ignorance take on a tangible and ironically useful physical manifestation.
This has been a busy and simultaneously lazy time for all of us. And it is summer. It is difficult to pin down anyone this time of year, except for the insane, so roll with the gift hiatus or seasonal windfall, if you will, from the ordinary regular distractions.
Clear some space to think. Don’t worry. More clutter will take its place soon enough.