The beginning of school again. I remember my first day of first grade. Standing in front of the open door to the new adventure of elementary education.
"Don't look at girls.", my mom said.
Whether or not that applied after the first grade or not, I can't be sure. Either way, all those 18 years ago, the first day is the same. This weekend, I started my second year of graduate school. Public Sector Finance and Implementation of Sustainable Business Methods. The second one, I'm not so thrilled about, but the first one is like a soft hand running across warm leather. I'm enthralled by Economics. But of course, a massage is only as good as the sore muscle. Hundreds of pages of reading.
I've always been a fan of studying under the influence.
…I am for mental expansion.
So I make the switch from sativa to indica. The pattern-finding complex engine makes way for drone, under-toned focus. Words making their way into my mind are no longer lavishly scrutinized. Now, they amble through clear, vaulted banquet halls. Dark to the ceiling and corners. Phrases and concepts arrange quietly, evolving to the capacity of bioluminescence. Slowly, the great hall fills, and the architecture of understanding is complete. Lacquered with the light of exposition.
The Cerebral Sea pirates of digression stake their claim on Tortuga and Monkey Island as a flock of gulls tracks the path from sea to marble floor.