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The past five weeks have changed some things about me that needed alteration. Taking a historical perspective, I’m not so sure that such a rate of growth is sustainable in the long term. It may not be necessary – which could be a relief in more than a few aspects.

Reluctance in the face of ineluctable change closely followed by acknowledgement of the futility, folly even, of my feeble attempts to resist said change has characterized just about every week of the semester thus far – all of it to the good.

And all a welcome counterpoint to variations on a particularly tricky theme I have been hard-pressed to exile from my mind in spite of a gelatin-like resolve that putting such thoughts out of my head, gently but firmly, as many times as it takes, is the right and best and so forth course of action.

It can be called firm, this resolve of mine – but oh, how it wavers. When something makes me just so inexplicably happy, without warning or intriguing or unsettling me in the process, I think it must be not long for even the daydream world in which I’m fully conscious of it, albeit incoherently.

The way this line from Rumi keeps circulating only goes to bolster the notion that banishment is the sensible path:
desire only that of which you have no hope
seek only that of which you have no clue

1 out of 3

People in the world with my same name. I'm related to the other two. So far it's worked out well.

goodly reading

Works, Volume 7
Down and Out in Paris and London
The Dinner
The Difference Engine
The Master and Margarita