We are such stuff as dreams are made on: Done

Sunday, March 26, 2006

Done

And it's over.
And, as always, I'm glad I did it. And I'm glad I completed it - faring satisfactorily although I'm quite sure it could have been better.

Here's to the jellyfish stings that'll be a reminder of this event.

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xiaoqi.sq said...: just to say that i just remembered it's your 4th year in tj.. and its nearing the time you'll be leaving.. i promise that coffee will come soon! haha.. this time really. :)
takecare!; 12:15 am

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What is a saint? A saint is someone who has achieved a remote human possibility. It is impossible to say what that possibility is. I think it has something to do with the energy of love. Contact with this energy results in the exercise of a kind of balance in the chaos of existence. A saint does not dissolve the chaos; if he did the world would have changed long ago. I do not think that a saint dissolves the chaos even for himself, for there is something arrogant and warlike in the notion of a man setting the universe in order. It is a kind of balance that is his glory. He rides the drifts like an escaped ski. His course is the caress of the hill. His track is a drawing of the snow in a moment of its particular arrangement with wind and rock. Something in him so loves the world that he gives himself to the laws of gravity and chance. Far from flying with the angels, he traces with the fidelity of a seismograph needle the state of the solid bloody landscape. His house is dangerous and finite, but he is at home in the world. He can love the shape of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart. It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters of love.

- Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers (1966)

We are such stuff as dreams are made on

Sunday, March 26, 2006

Done

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