I just went on an escapist binge book-wise, perhaps a hangover from the nasty virus I dealt with early in pre-spring. The latest in my string of perusings was "The Lost Symbol" by Dan Brown. It has all the trappings of his previous thrillers: the incredible deadlines, the frenzied dashes from place to place, the monstrous villains, the mistaken or hidden identities, the close calls, and the flashes of intellectual brilliance from our exhausted heros. What fun!
As the wind dies down from the page turning race of Robert Langdon against the end of the book, I reflect on the ideas presented and enjoy watching for convergences in the information that flows through my life. The PBS presentation on Buddhism was remarkably well timed for me to enjoy after finishing "The Lost Symbol" but I really don't want to say too much in the event that there are readers out there who are even slower at reading the best sellers than I am.