Saturday, June 26, 2010


In light of the recent news that my hand has a stress fracture, I was pretty certain that I had had enough injuries to last me for a while. Nope. Today, while cleaning my room (it got a little "tornado-ish" in the stress of finishing a summer class and packing to visit MI), I had the bright idea of also rearranging my closet and organizing it a bit better. Naturally, in the process, a box fell off a shelf and hit me in the eye.

Close-up of the result:

Yes, it hurts. It really, really hurts.

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"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?

Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"

~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"