Domus et Dominus

There is a certain comfort, and dare I say satisfaction, to be had in the order, rhythm, and simple activity of the home. Not that I would completely give up my academic pursuits in exchange for domesticity, but I am convinced that a degree or even a successful career in law isn't really necessary to be happy in life. Things so "mundane" as rocking a baby to sleep (do people actually consider this demeaning?), cooking dinner for the family, reading a bed-time story-- thay all bring a sense of completion. And sometimes make me wonder if I missed my calling when I embarked on my 7-year university education.

*Sidenote: the writing process has thwarted me once again. I drafted this entry earlier this afternoon, thought it over, saw how terribly vague it was, hated it, and deleted it. Proceeded to take a nap, instead clarified a few thoughts, sat back down to write. Curse my inability to say things and say them effectively when I actually feel passionate about them. I suppose we call this "inarticulate."

...gone faster than the smell after it rains...

Walking across the quad in the light rain, I was surprised to find that the smell of wet grass reminded me of parks, and brought me almost instantly to several distinct scenes from my childhood. I am comforted that my memory is indeed triggered by smells, since sight and sound so often fail me.

Also, I can no longer accomplish anything while in the confines of my room. It possesses some constraining force that binds my mind and suffocates all thoughts struggling within.

Sequel to Honesty Post

We use our understanding to make decisions; thus if that understanding is manipulated by either misinformation or the witholding of information, the decision-making process is impaired and the rational autonomy of the agent undermined. Basic respect for another demands complete honesty.

THANK YOU KANT. IF I HAVE GAINED NOTHING MORE FROM TWO-WEEKS-WORTH OF ETHICS CLASS, I AM SATISFIED.