This morning my alarm broke the silence of Boston at 6 am this morning. And I had a choice: I could either immediately silence it, roll over, go back to bed and pretend nothing happened...or I could get my ass up and DO something. At first I turned it off. I even started a text to Kayle canceling our little cycling date. Then my phone messed up so I took it as a sign. And then I had a thought. My philosophy professor (I have to break in, for as much as I HATE my philosophy class...I DO quote it a lot.) Nietzsche, as screwed up as he was, had a theory about will. And basically he said our life is guided either by a strong will or a weak will. And the stronger your will, the more you are able to trump your hedonistic desires. My hedonist side was telling me to roll over and go to bed. But then there was this muuuuch smaller little voice, approximately the size of a pin head, that told me to get up, put on the spandex and meet Kalye. So then I said to myself, "Self: how strong is you...
I like geography best because mountains & rivers know the secret: Pay no attention to boundaries.