The Death of Comp II

The beer was getting warm, but the air was warmer, and thanksgiving was looming. I anticipate thanksgiving as does the turkey, happy in its life until that last fatal moment.  The end. The savory taste of turkey, juicy and rich, must come from the element of surprise. If my poor doomed friend saw it coming, it would not taste nearly as good. It is the unexpected nature of the thanksgiving meal that makes it so good. CHOP! Mmmmmmm...

It was the perfect afternoon to reflect on the past few weeks. Comp II, for me, became an affirmation of the way I look at life, as snippets as opposed to a flow. It reminded me of the mindfulness that keeps me aware.  It is these segments, measured in weeks as opposed to the conundrum of existence, that are the componants of us.  The understanding how to segment life from such insignificant bits. It was the thing of which I was reminded during the semester. It is the here and now, for sure, but our talent as the human race is to mold those snippets into building blocks of something truly constructive. I experienced this progression of the learning process, and experienced how casually events led us to this.

At times I wanted the discussions to last forever, at times, and at others I wanted the discourse to end abruptly. Major step for me.

I took another sip. The tavern was nearly empty. A few students sitting around, silent in reflection. It was a late semester Monday afternoon. The time I enjoyed the most. I realized that writing was more than talking about form in the absolute. It included the process of hitting keys on a keyboard. The force of action was what would define me. It was a realization of our violent nature which is the source of our freedom. The class became something I had never expected, and in that became a rousing success. In class, the discussion of gun control was the topic of the day. I feel it is not gun ownership, but gun user ship that defines the discussion. The gun is irrelevant, it is the intent attached to the weapon that is with what we take issue.

My focus on the class was how the media becomes the message. The act of tap, tap, tapping on a piece of plastic coated metal was my redemption, it was the thing that would save me from oblivion. I now understand Nietzsche's relationship with his keyboard. It gives me purpose.

Some would mock that statement. Who cares!

Another sip, more of a gulp.

It is difficult to experience autumn in Florida, but I believe today is as close as it will ever come. It must be 70 degrees. And most of the women are wearing sweaters. There are dead leaves around, so it must be fall, right?