Wow. Hopefully the snow comes around soon ;) there’s more sunlight on my end, tho I would take some rain :) the elections were hopefully something of a start

Hey. Sorry. I didn’t see your message until now. Thanks for reaching out :) and yeah, life has really changed, less and less incentive/energy going into social media. How are ya?

“My translation [of The Odyssey] is, I hope, recognizable as an epic poem; but it is one that avoids trumpeting its own status with bright, noisy linguistic fireworks, in order to incite a more thoughtful consideration of what the narratives means, and the ways it matters.”

“hope of answer or reward. They have done this grudgingly, willingly, patiently, and in the streams of impatience.

They have done it for all and any of the gods of offer and record of their so doing belongs to each one of us.

Including you.”

“On the contrary, poets have, in freedom and in prison, in health and in misery, with listeners and without listeners, spent their lives examining and glorifying life, meditation, thoughtfulness, devoutness, and human love. They have done this wildly, serenely, rhetorically, lyrically, without

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?????

Congrats :) sorry I’m late to the party. I’m hardly on anymore. What a great accomplishment. The title is classic BST ;)

farther and farther away from such feeling? That instead life feels a series of regrets. A life unlived, as Adam Phillips and Ogden put it, and the possibility of a life not yet lived, as I believed Mary Oliver once put it.

limit our awareness to the potential impact of the seemingly non-choice we were making. What made it so that, for my professors and others, life feels congruent to their values, to who they feel they are and what they’d like to be? And what made it so that, for some of us, we seem to be

They have their own limitations and shortcomings and skeletons. But, I do wonder about what made it so they made their choices and stayed on the paths that they wanted to be on. In converse, what made it so that some of us compromise, give up our choices, not realizing we had done so,

are the difficulties with choosing. We know Dostoevsky had written about the temptation to abdicate our freedom. That it is too frightening. Too heavy. Freud, too, spoke of the path of least resistance and ways we compromise.

Now, as I get older, I realize that my professors too are human

positivity kind that seem to run amok. They have their own share of demons (or, if perhaps more appropriately, daimons)

I think of them often when I reflect on my life. I think about existentialism and its wonderful emphasis on the freedom to choose. Somewhere there, too,

“The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.”