i have a strange faith. i don't know where it comes from. i know, it comes from life. we get in all kinds of predicaments. we know we will die and the world will go on. that's faith. the inevitable. how could we not have faith in the inevitable. when we try to force things or predict the future, then we get in all kinds of predicaments. if we take care of things now we will be fine. if we took care like life is a puppy that depends on us in the moment. 
so i had three books going and felt anxious that i could not read them all. i wanted two to fall away and the one be revealed as the one i need. i put the world goes on by krasznahorkai and no immediate danger by vollman on the bench. started the dawn watch, joseph conrad in a global world, and a minute ago the world goes on popped in mind again. the bookmark was still there, at this place:

because here and now, the customary course of the intellect's choice of a theme is that in the wake of earlier experiences and ensuing disastrous traumas, the human intellect, rising above resignation vis-a-vis the human universe, becomes fed up with this world mired in the monotony of hopelessness, and transcends it, at last leaving it behind and identifying this particular theme in some enigmatic grandeur- some indecipherable, mysterious majesty, that is to say, in the universe, or in the deity of the universe.

                                                                                                           ( the world goes on )

and i thought, how does all this relate to a puppy that happens to come along in this moment of the world worlding and these three among books impossible in number? and i thought, because it is, related, as everything, and because it is we can dip in here and there, and we need not finish every book as a bee need not drink every flower, in the diversity of flowers and books, the dip and the sip, and the puppy that comes along in the moment, among all the flowers and sticks and books, is presence in your heart you can't deny, and that is, in the chaos of the world worlding, your focus, the heart of another, your transcendence.