Yesterday I spent nine hours at a philosophy conference here at the Pie Tin. Then I went to a party at my Ancient Greek professor's place for another four hours. It was one of the best days I can recall in recent memory. I like the non-contradiction, the delicate enormity of philosophical egos. I like how much goodness and feist is there. I like the honesty and earthinessm, the appetitive attunement. I like playing the fly on the wall, with the merlot in hand, taking it all in, enjoying the comfort of cranial resonance, feeling the challenge of following and contributing to conversation in a lexicon that leaves most in the dust, the smooth humanisn of being perfectly at home. Arrival. Ontological awareness. Even if my level of perception is slippery. Self.
I need funding for a second BA.
I need a nap.