Fallen Into Knowledge

Crap.  That is is lame Title.  I am not dead, as one might think from the regular nature of my posts.  I am amazed that people show up here at all - no new content in ages: and yet y’all are faithful.  Thank you.
I am not dead, though I should be after watching “Fight Club” four times this weekend.  I am doing this for a paper I am writing, not out of any particular masochistic tendencies.  This school thing is closing in on a break: and I am really looking forward to it.  This term has been rough; not because my classes have been particularly difficult, but because I have no real motivation to speak of.  So much so that I just ended that last sentence with a preposition and didn’t move to correct it.  yeah.  That much.
In other news, I fell off my bicycle the other day.  Which is to say that I dove into a cement piling.  The kind made to stop busses.  Busses and errant cyclists.  I am pleased to announce that the cement is sufficiently hard enough to stop a flying cyclist in his/er path.  I am also pleased that I didn’t break anything.  Pay attention out there - this has been a public service announcement.

This is my play’s last scene; here heavens appoint
My pilgrimage’s last mile; and my race,
Idly, yet quickly run, hath this last pace,
My span’s last inch, my minute’s latest point;
And gluttonous death will instantly unjoint
My body and my soul, and I shall sleep a space;
But my’ever-waking part shall see that face
Whose fear already shakes my every joint.
Then, as my soul to’heaven, her first seat, takes flight,
And earth-born body in the earth shall dwell,
So fall my sins, that all may have their right,
To where they’are bred, and would press me, to hell.
Impute me righteous, thus purg’d of evil,
For thus I leave the world, the flesh, the devil.

It is always nice when I can write a paper on something as edifying as Donne’s “Holy Sonnets.” While the paper isn’t really any good, the sonnets are. Do yourself favor and go read them