hmm...

you know i write down twenty pages of notes to myself and then never put them up. like how lit and weather are intertwined in moody literature and the it in "Key West" being this all consuming Everything and Nothing and is merely one of those implied understood things that no one has words for because it is merely it. how Phillip Pullman's daemons could be connected to spirit guides or animals if the native Americans and guardian angels.

how on being "one on whom nothing is lost" can drive a person to madness because the mind can only take so much.

how fiction is no less real than reality merely because it is fiction and the immortality in those pages.

expanding on how reading and lit aren't escapist from reality, the center and circumference, "The center cannot hold" of the "spiraling gyre."

"this persists and only me... fools persist in folly."- I'm not sure entirely what this means but it sounds interesting.

ideas and stories about things in this class that i have not the words for.

you cannot make something mean what you want it to mean... it means what it means.

"what words these are i think i know... promises to keep and miles to go... and miles to go"
because the "truth is unseen" and we must "look through a glass darkly."

it's a confusing jumble in my head. but i have learned so much in this class and enjoyed it so much that i have not the words.

so to conclude this was the most confusing class ever. and the most fun, I've never laughed so much in a class. and while i have only 31 or so blogs i have over 50 pages of notes and ideas for the future. so i suppose i got the better end of the deal.