Met with the ol' surgeon the other day. Looks like we can plan the limited vivisection for about three months from now, and I'll have limited mobility for a couple months afterwards. Huzz... ah... I suppose. It was a bit disappointing. I guess because meds have me basically stable that this is technically an elective surgery, which means the
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To be crested and wear the mane of a multitude
And so, as part, to exult with its great throat,
To speak of joy and to sing of it, borne on
The shoulders of joyous men, to feel the heart
That is the common, the bravest fundament,
This is a facile exercise. Jerome
Begat the tubas and the fire-wind strings,
The golden fingers picking dark-blue air:
For companies of voices moving there,
To find of sound the bleakest ancestor,
To find of light a music issuing
Whereon it falls in more than sensual mode.
But the difficultest rigor is forthwith,
On the image of what we see, to catch from that
Irrational moment its unreasoning,
As when the sun comes rising, when the sea
Clears deeply, when the moon hangs on the wall
Of heaven-haven. These are not things transformed.
Yet we are shaken by them as if they were.
We reason about them with a later reason.
-Wallace Stevens
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Please hang in there. You have people who are hoping for the best for you.
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