There Is No Way of Posting About Anything but...

the stunning fact that I am teaching at UBC in less than two weeks. What more is there to work towards? I can hardly want anything else. I am finished, done! That's it! Motives have lost all their reasons. Normality has gone extinct. There is nothing left to work out, nothing left to say. The End. What was I thinking before? It's a new world. I want for nothing. I care nothing for progress or emotion, change, development, growth. I think I am living some sort of alternative life. What's the point of these accessories without dresses to wear them with. Yet, there's nowhere to go back to. What happened to the world of the imagination? Where does it connect to reality and others? For, as Einstein said, "Science does not know the debt it owes to imagination." I am not living in my own world, and I am finished, but what shall I say?