The Sublime Will Kill You
Of course, the week that I really need to get things done is the week that I come down with the plague again. Wednsday was the worst- with two to four hours of sleep and a full day, it's pretty safe to say that my attitude was nothing less than blisteringly poisonous. Insanity meter topped at "Asylum" rating that day. Thankfully that night I slept for a full, uninterrupted, blissful ten hours. The insanity meter shot down to "spastic" and the world resumed being a shiny, wonder-filled place.
I tire easily this week but aside from that one day of pure evil, my spirits remain buoyant.
Once things with the apartment are settled, I should be opening up the calendar again for reconnection. Forgive me my hermitage people- depression has a strange way of making even messy caves comfortable.
And to tie this post up, a note on the title-- The Sublime Will Kill You. In discussion at my Modernist Poetry class, the topic of beauty vs. the sublime rose, and the difference is this: the sublime experience is sublime precisely because it is at least mildly terrifying. These brushes with the divine, rapturous as they may be, are never without risk of destruction of the self.
So with that in mind, live dangerously, and have a lovely day!
I tire easily this week but aside from that one day of pure evil, my spirits remain buoyant.
Once things with the apartment are settled, I should be opening up the calendar again for reconnection. Forgive me my hermitage people- depression has a strange way of making even messy caves comfortable.
And to tie this post up, a note on the title-- The Sublime Will Kill You. In discussion at my Modernist Poetry class, the topic of beauty vs. the sublime rose, and the difference is this: the sublime experience is sublime precisely because it is at least mildly terrifying. These brushes with the divine, rapturous as they may be, are never without risk of destruction of the self.
So with that in mind, live dangerously, and have a lovely day!