Notes.

[rei_c]

In the beginning He created a point, which became Thought, where all the figures were drawn. He was and was not, He was encompassed in the name yet not encompassed in the name, having as yet no name other than the desire to be called by a name. . . . He traced signs in the air; a dark light leapt from His most secret depth, like a colourless mist

Comments

[flinchflower]

*sighs in ecstasy*

[rei_c]

*Wary* Why the ecstatic sighing?

[flinchflower]

Sheer reassurance that there are other academics who revel in wading too. Seriously. I'm sad I don't have time to do so recently.

[rei_c]

I miss academia. I was reading Croce last night and had the terrifying fear that I'd lost all ability to think critically. *Shivers*

[flinchflower]

I'm so distant from academia and any decent research on my own after work that I wake in a cold sweat at night...

[rei_c]

I feel guilty. I've started covering my books at night while I sleep.

[flinchflower]

I feel like I've FORGOTTEN how to research. I'm about to re-read Weston's Rulebook for Arguments just to feel like I"m still educating my fool self...

[rei_c]

I fell asleep reading Adorno last night. And then I woke up completely ashamed of myself, because I fangirl him massively. *Sighs*