My first round of final exams begin in the morning. 4 in the first week, and 7 all together by the time mid February rolls about.

This semester has been one of the hardest yet. For the last 2 1/2 years I have put my brain on the line and killed myself in philosophy. Now matters of the divine sciences beckon me at the graduate level to comprehend ancient texts, and understand the methods scholars use to study them. Other professors have us grappling with mysteries that have no final answer other than holding them as sacred, watching cults rise from persecution to official religion, wrapping our heads around tradition, revelation, and causality – and sometimes just beating us to death with Greek.

No matter what happens in these exams I know that I busted my ass to get here, and worked like mad for the last few months.

Other than that I have nothing new to say.

Since October all I’ve been studying is the old. The ancient. Archaic. The Beginning.

My life has often felt like 2 steps forward, 3 steps back. Now I’ve made it further than ever just to go 3000 years back. Or more… it depends who you ask.


I’m thrilled to be here. Working on an idea. In the ring. Round after round.

Enjoy Sunday.


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