One of the many limits of man is the limited amount of books he can read. On a good day, I cannot read more than about fifty pages. This is slow progress, if it can even be called progress.
Not many other forms of media can capture thoughts and stories the same way paper can. Music is good to satisfy the emotional needs, but not the logical. Movies provide visuals in a way that books can never. But watching is a passive act, whereas reading is not. And that is the problem. It requires so much of your attention, almost all of it. I don’t know where to divert the attention to.
A Song of Ice and Fire.
The Cold War.
Feynman Lectures on Physics.
The Perks of being a wallflower.
The quest for AI.
The list above is just a fragment of the whole, but I see that there are a variety of genres and different levels of importance. It’s like New York, basically.
I recently read about something called the Eisenhower matrix. I will be using this model to guide attention properly. It does not need much explanation. You just have to look at the figure.