Home. Sweet Home.
- If you are out to describe the truth, leave elegance to the tailor.
Albert Einstein - US (German-born) physicist (1879 - 1955)
Have you ever found yourself whirling headlong towards a foreseen end? This might have been you tumbling down the stairs or driving to fast with the all-to-present red and blue lights blinking at you in your rear-view mirror. Nevertheless, stairs or driving, you may have experienced this or something close to it. You will then agree that though you would like to intervene on behalf of yourself and against what would seem to be fate, that which we call intervening seems to have eluded you. It has run away with the spoon, as in the Nursery Rhyme, and left you stranded with the dog laughing at you, the cow above you, and nothing else to do but play the fiddle to an all too familiar tune: Surrender. Go ahead; play along. The sweet taste of victory is second only to that of defeat. Or is it... | En route to the semester beginning. En route to the vacation ending. |