Mar 25, 2005 18:29
I rest independently, alone in cancun. From the moment i arrived something of its sentiment conjoined with my own and i have risen, borne on wings of such tranquility towards new eyries of my reflection,
Goethe has been my drug of choice for the trip. First Act 1 of the Second Part of Faust, and i hope to finish 'the sorrows of young werther' tonight.
It seems most of what I've been reading the past month is crystallizing into something new. Words seem to be dwindling in importance as i begin to recognize those other standardbearers before sitting in the sidelines of expression. Feeling!- this trip seems to be bringing new heavens into my perspective. Action - action seems now this moment altogether triumphant over paltry whisps of breath