School is back in session; I begin what I hope to be (please God, please) the last year of my bachelor's degree. The freshman are now nine years younger than I. As far as I can tell, all of them are biology or neuroscience majors. Let that chilling fact be its own condemnation.
The weather has cooled and there is at night a distinct autumn smell. Our tomatoes - many not yet ripened - hang on the vine in fear.
The summer has come and gone at an almost incomprehensible pace. What a free fall! We picked up a child somewhere during the plummeting. She is doing well.
There are many things a man does in his life for no discernible reason, which take too long and which ultimately do not bring about any discernible profit. Wie wenn man Sein und Zeit liest. Aber was kann ich tun? Mein Geist wandert wo er will, und ich muss ihm folgen.
A true spirituality begins when all sentimentality has been abandoned. Also: if you cannot tell the truth, you will never escape pettiness.
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