It has been 13 days since my last confession. I have a lot to make up for, so follow me to the Confessional, please.
If it's Tuesday it should be class night. Instead of class, I had a conference with my professor. Not a conference like I did something bad, but I'm sure somewhere along the line I have, but a conference to go over my big project of the semester. My last essay.
I arrived slightly early as I confess I was nervous and sort of felt lost. Not. in the building pictured above right, there is not that much to get lost in there. No, I was lost in what I was doing there. Yes, I had a vague idea. I was supposed to go over where I was at on the project. He asked me to refresh his mind on what I was doing in general terms.
Plato - in his view can one be happy in life without eros? In general, Plato seems to rank beauty and love very high in his order of life. I'm certain that Plato would not like one to speak in general terms, nor does he like sensibility. The ladder seems to defy making any sense.
I won't write the essay here, I hope to only do it once, but my professor was almost giddy over the things I brought up, both in observations of Plato and Socrates and some of the questions I will raise concerning the application of Plato's theories in today's world.
I walked out of the classroom feeling. happy that I was apparently on the right track.
So, the building above is the Liberal Arts building on the Longview Campus. I confess that my mind got the best of me and was thinking if I were going to Liberty University back in Virginia, would my class be in the Conservative Arts building instead. The University was I believe founded by the late Jerry Falwell, which should tell you a lot about it. (insert laugh here)
I confess today was a bag of mixed goods. There were some good things about my day and some things that were just so-so. A little in the feeling down mode, but overall, it was a decent day I guess.
I confess I am extremely tired of shootings. More people are growing angry at the gun violence in this nation. They are not shy above their anger either. The problem is accelerating. More guns in the community are not the answer. It's like throwing gas on a fire.
I confess that I have been trying to practice calm more often. I'm getting better at it, not perfect but with some prompting, I have made headway.
I confess that I am so happy for Silas that he got his cone off this weekend. Poor baby is recovering from a torn ACL.
Still cranking out poetry submissions. Still waiting for some journals I really want in. I confess is have a list of them I keep in my head.
That's it for today's confession - Until next time - be safe and enjoy life.