LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW
All of a sudden, you snap-to and realize that you haven’t heard single word of the last 30 minute lecture on the irony of Freud’s obsession with cigars. All you know is that the ocean kept changing. You could stare out the window for hours at the same endless blue and never see the same thing. And never get bored of it. When you come home from it all and think about what the classes were for you realize they are basically like walking by a restaurant, stepping up to the window to read the menu and then believing you have a full understanding of the experience that awaits inside. You don’t. How could you? The classes aren’t the point, they simply make a foggy, ambiguous introduction to some of the most beautiful and profound experiences you will have.