I now plough through my writings ever more insistently. I go to my Residua website, open a yearbook at random, select a piece of writing at random, and read avidly. More often than not, I also go through several pieces that follow. And I am stunned by what I find often enough. I have written everything already. The biblical nihil novum sub sole now appears to apply to my magnum opus, as well. On occasion I write an addendum to that effect, but my anxiety is growing all the time. Could it really be that my fate is to keep repeating myself over and over again? Could it be that all that remains for me to do is but to rephrase my thoughts ever more adroitly? Be that as it may, a few minutes ago I searched my writings with “nihil novum” as the search phrase, but found nothing. My happiness knew no bounds. I am still ahead, just.

Addendum (April 19, 2016)

I am a bit perplexed by this piece, I am happy to report. Having stumbled upon it in one of my random searches through my writings, it strikes me as entirely new. In fact, I do not remember writing it at all. More important, I do not feel that I have written everything already, let alone that I keep repeating myself over and over again. Not at all. Actually, I often feel surprised by my own writings, which is to be expected given that they stretch over forty-one year. Returning to Latin, the expression “omnium novum” comes much closer to the truth. As luck would have it, this search phrase yields no results, either. One more time, my happiness knows no bounds. Whence this boisterous addendum, it goes without saying.