A number of months ago (can’t recall how many) I found myself having come upon my 1000th post. Now in the past, I've always made light of this event by asking whether one won a prize or something. But admittedly, when I came upon the mark, it occurred to me that perhaps I should write of something special. But this became a dilemma: What to post?? At first I thought I’d post (in a kind of mind stream format) snippets of memory, of events relating to the Storm. But at the time there was another thread in which some not so nice comments were made relating to the catastrophe. So I decided that my memories of the event were too poignant, too profound, too hallowed and personal to me to allow them to be picked over by those who were perhaps uninformed…or maybe worse. So next I thought to write something funny. Only, my sense of humour tends to be somewhat sardonic, and besides, I wasn’t in a “funny” mood at the time. And then I thought to post something of political or religious significance… some observation or point of view. Except that I had more or less come to the conclusion that all politics, all religions are more or less the same old bill of goods anyway and hardly worthy of the discussion or defense. Or so I felt at that point in time. And all at once it hit me… the cause of my dilemma. I could not decide what to post because there was nothing to say! Not that I had nothing to say. I COULD say plenty. I guess I concluded, why say it? Fact was (and is) the forum is full of members who know far more than I do about a great many things and are much more profound at expressing these things. What do I know? I’ve read (somewhere) that a Greek poet (Archilochus?) described such people as foxes… people who know many things. I’ve never been one of those. I never had the notion or the care to know of many things. Many things to me are to divergent, too confusing, too much off the course of what really matters to me. It’s why I’ve always been so terrible at remembering names. I always was one to know the person first, before the name. No… I’m a hedgehog I think…not a fox. And that same Greek poet said “The fox knows many things, but the hedgehog knows one big thing.” Exactly! That one phrase summed it all up for me. Now I know why I had nothing to say. It would have been of no use. ‘T would even have been useless to try to tell what that one BIG thing is (that we hedgehogs know). Not that a hedgehog would ever tell anyway. After all, why bother? The other hedgehogs already know. And the foxes think they do.