With your feet on the air and your head in the ground
Try this trick and spin it. yeah.
Your head will collapse
but there's nothing in it
and you'll ask yourself:
Where Is My Mind?
That's a great question to ask Black Francis, front-man for The Pixies.
Where Is My Mind?
I can't believe this. My head has been completely useless since, oh, I dunno, December 11th. No! Before that.
I amaze myself with my ability to NOT notice that I'm in the wrong class. That I couldn't even point out to myself that
1) I know only basic fundamentals of political theory and therefore am not capable of grasping all Rawls wants to offer me.
2) certain markings (letters) placed in certain sequences (words) represent specific concepts that are sometimes similar to other sequences, but most of the time they represent completely different concepts. The basic fundamentals of reading! The titles for the classes aren't even close! Theory of Politics. History of Political Ideas. "of Politic" is the only similarity there in the title. And while Theory and History and connected, they're not the same thing!
Twice since December 10th I've been presented with the opportunity to realize that what I was being offered was not what I anticipated or wanted or felt comfortable with.
How did I manage to read the words in front of me and convince myself that I'd made sense of them? How did my mind create a truth for itself that had no bearing in the real world?
At this point the how doesn't really matter. No, no. What matters now is the presence of human compassion. I cannot do anything but present myself to the authority, confess my sins of neglect and foolishness, and ask for forgiveness.
Where is my mind?
Way out in the water
see it swimmin'
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Hey buttercup,
ReplyDeleteJust wanted to let you know that I'm reading, but through a feed-reader, hence the no-comments-from-me-so-far. But I am reading. Incidentally, I am reading an imperial ton for my classes also, but apparently nothing as titilliating as Rawls. I'm taking Short Story with Dr. Drake this semester, for no reason other than it sounds like fun and Dr. Drake is amazing and Erica is in it too.
I had a rather stressful week, and I made myself a "STOP FREAKING OUT" sign and taped it over my desk. Every time I look at it I feel a distinct calm. I thought it might make me freak out more, but it actually works. If things take a bad turn, I recommend this method.