"I had forgotten about stories. And in that, I had forgotten how to live." - Summer Jarrard
This quote rang in my heart like T.S. Eliot's Little Gidding "Stirs the dumb spirit: no wind but pentecostal fire", leaving me breathless and thrilled again to be in school. To re-member my self and rebuild myself into the scholar that I once was. To become enthusiastic, en theos, about academia again.
I finally feel like a student again. Thrilled at the simple thought of learning, re learning, anamnesis.
Oh, fat cat is very pleased. :)
No comments:
Post a Comment