My application packet is assembled and ready for delivery. I just had to say I was paralyzed with fear for the fear to vanish. I am free. Practically.
I was watching the Matrix Reloaded (the second one) yesterday when I was supposed to be writing my cover letter, and I felt very zen witnessing the sci-fi kung fu cgi mayhem. It’s a pleasure not to be virtual.
Where does passion live? It’s an endorphin, isn’t it? A rush to the brain, a blast of euphoria. Dustin Hoffman pounding on the sanctuary window. Juliet clutching a dagger. Mr. Darcy writing a letter.
I’ve been thinking about Anne Elliot urging the reading of prose to regulate the temperament. But I like the idea of living too much poetry. Getting lyrical. Oded.