He who sees, but is not seen. I need a week to myself, alone in an unfamiliar city or on a beach or in the woods. Hold me up in the palm of your hand. Lying to you is a river of sin. Your metaphors, your silent calls. Your feelings are too real. Let them spew, a fall from grace. Would do us good today.

The unexamined life is not worth living. And this brings me to today, and to the idea of an examined life. This is largely an autobiographical work, and my Professor spoke briefly to the difficulty he has in writing about himself. I laughed and nodded in agreement. What is there to say about yourself? How do you live life? 8217; and was genuinely searching for. 2 Do it for the story.