defended his dissertation. It's dated almost exactly eight years ago to the day (plus one week). On the front is this photograph of Paris (sadly, there is no mention of who took it), and inside I'd scribbled a 1960 e.e. cummings poem that seems just right for today, too, since this, like every day, is the beginning of a new journey.
what is
a
voyage
?
up
upup: go
ing
downdowndown
com;ing won
der
ful sun
moon stars the all,& a
(big
ger than
big
gest could even
begin to be) dream
of; a thing: of
a creature who's
O
cean
(everywhere
nothing
but light and dark; but
never forever
& when) un
til one strict
here of amazing most
now, with what
thousands of (hundreds
of ) millions of
Cries Which Are Wings
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