I buy a lot of books, sincerely meaning to read most of them. They range from fiction to philosophy, from self-help to real psychology, anthropology, physics, sociology, marketing, branding, advertising, religion, history, linguistics, literature, mythology, fairy-tales, magazines (yes, they are treated like books at home). All this lore added to high words.
Why should I read, think and write through all this instead of reaching nirvana through some simple zen experience like dark chocolate / tea/ not picking up the phone?
Won’t I just get lost, off my way to happiness – the way most western philosophers seem to have done (look forward to an entry on the western way of doing philosophy)?
I love reading and thinking and writing in my journal (and blogs) about all these in the most unsystematic way, but I do have a method in my madness: I let my heart / intuition lead me to the next book I will enjoy.
I plug into wisdom, no matter what I choose. I know Dalai Lama would say I should pick out one way and follow it, but … not my way. I do enjoy my infidelity to Buddhism or whatever path which seems to be The Path at a certain stage of my life. Not without my doubts, though 
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And last (and I don’t care if least), I might be a Platonist or rather an Archetypist. I feel that if people have come up with all this, it’s part of human nature. If I ignore most of it, I ignore parts of my soul. And some day the ignored subatomic particles or stardust will loom and say “Boo!”
