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Hello friend—you’re receiving this email as a part of morning reading, a daily reflection on the parts of life worth living for that you signed up for sometime last year. I've got a laundry list of additions, designs updates, and website pieces I want to make, but ultimately, I just wanted to bring this back. Thank you for reading, and a very happy New Year. 

IN DEFENSE OF THE FINITEJanuary 6th

Good morning, friend.If an infinite number of monkeysTyping on an infinite number of keyboardsHad infinite bottles of wine(that they probably won by entering some kind of wine giveaway an infinite number of times)For an infinite number of work weeks(Not counting an infinite number of weekends, holidays, or an infinite amount of PTO)Then they could not only write Shakespeare,They could write Shakespeare an infinite number of timesAn infinite number of waysAn infinite series of plays and interpretations.(They would also, to be completely honest, probably write an infinite amount of smutty romance novels along the way too, which could fill an infinite number of book sections in an infinite number of thrift stores. They'd probably inadvertently prepare all your tax filings for an infinite number of years, and accidentally document a lot of CIA secrets. But that's neither here nor there.)Because if, at the end of the day, all they really truly are is monkeys,(albeit an infinite number of them)With nothing but an infinite amount of randomness on their side(well, and the wine)Then think about what you could,With all the glorious benefits of finite-ness on your side,Do. Your finite hands,Your finite keyboard,Your particular, beautiful, glorious, finite perspective,Creating work that still stretches into the past(your memory of writing it)And into the future(your anticipation of people reading it)In other words,Infinite?Journal Prompt: What's the last thing you created you're still excited for people to apprehend?