and then our exile

i will growl at you if you say anything about biology. No, let me correct that. i'm fascinated by the content-matter of homeostasis and parasympathetic impulses--the intracicies of Creation exist to awe and humble all of arrogant mortality. But this thing i signed up for, with exams and all that? Ha?

One day i'll move to interior Africa--the deserts of Mauritania, perhaps--and then i'll be Free. Yes. Or maybe i'll be a Himalayan mountain goat. Either way, i'll build myself a hut of woven reeds and live with the stars each night. My days shall be spent in traversing alternately the horrors and heights of Soul and the vistae of the physical kosmos. And so i shall live and so shall i die and alone shall i be raised and that is the end of the story so far as you are concerned.

At 2am this morning my farcical attempt at "studying" was given over to feeding a one-and-a-half year old Child half my bowl of granola. If you'd told me i'd be doing this even a year ago, i'd have asked if you were out of your mind. Glory Be.

--Actually, i've just remembered the injunction against "withdrawal" like that. Maybe my hijrah to personalized Sanity (my hut of reeds) will be specific, just to clarificate the intern'.

But yeah, point being, don't say anything about biology.