A Life Terrestrial

An observation about the grounds of human happiness

Earth can be both friendly and uncivil. The closest friendships demand investment, risk and sometimes loss. Colleges may seem to look at us as assets rather than carriers of change for the future.

For me College has been well laid Chess game, but a sacrificial pawn is only blink of the eye. It’s hard to watch pieces fall, unaware they were ever part of a game.

In High school I learned How to write well and How to read for depth, yet knowing when to lift your pen may be just as difficult as crafting a good essay.

Dostoyevsky’s beloved Idiot, Prince Myshkin may have found his deliverance not because he parsed his words, but only because he didn’t hesitated to point out the simple things.

Becoming more human demands that we look at what practical truth does exist, and what idealism may lead to ruin.

The pip may fall from the table, only to spring up a White Rose, a funny peace offering of circumstance.

Only the best laid plans can fall apart, and the Rose garden go to the weeds even if it were watered in excess.

Dedicated to the English Department 2004–2008

The Light in August wanes but never dies.