22 Mar 2007
But masters… though it be not written down,
Yet forget not that I am an Ass.
Much Ado About Nothing — Shakespeare
A week ago I had a goal. I was totally focused on running my marathon, nothing else seemed important.
Now I have no goal and nothing seems important.
Oh, I ran my marathon. And I ran it well.
Who cares? What was the point? What difference did it make?
And hark! the Nightingale begins its song
Most musical, most melancholy Bird!
A melancholy Bird? O idle thought!
In nature there is nothing melancholy.
The Nightingale — Wordsworth
Time to go for a hike, I think.
The few times I have heard a nightingale it did not sound musical to me.