The last 2 weeks have been interesting, fit with a rash of different feelings and (dare-i-say-it) opportunities. While I can't form (nor stand on) any of the pseduo-conclusions of the experience thus far, a few flitting and spectral thoughts have come to house themselves within the vacated portions my crowding (and rapidly more central) consciousness; work (physical labor) has become the name of the game, retention its score, and meaning the purpose for playing. I feel as though I'm "winning," but whose the one to say? I don't have any community [a crowd of witnesses?] to speak of as of yet (unless the poets and artists I brought up with me can be considered as any society), but a co-worker is soon on the way, with more to come in her wake.
In conclusion, I wake up to something both quite unlike yet very similar to what I rose with in Pittsburgh. I wasn't seeking an escape persay, but definitely something different, which is what this has been.
As I was riding back to town the other day, as the evening's fleeting rays marched significantly from twilight, I was struck with the sun's demands upon the place: it postured its waning energies to the perfect picture of warfare, with auroral artillery streaked across the sky and it's celestial corps (and core) engaged in a regretted retreat against the oncoming threats of darkness. As That Star declined to the horizon against the force of its upcoming antipode, I couldn't help but feel certain not only of its return, but also of the reclamation of its throne among that first order of terrestrial stardom, the dawn to herald once more the gifts of its rule upon the reclaimed realm that lay below. True to form, I was greeted with a fantastic sunrise the following morn.
In going:
Mephistopheles (the devil and in the robe of a scholar--Faust's), to a student, requesting advice upon his entrance to the university:
"Cheer up! Throw over all reflection,
and off into the world post-haste!
Take it from me; the slave of introspection
Is like a beast on arid waste
By some foul fiend led round and round,
While, all about, green meadow lands abound."
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