From the strain of my previous post, my concept of realizing the practical portion of this particular curiosity is two-fold:
One) I'm stimulated by the idea of reclaiming a plot of unusable, infertile land and make a mystic of it (i.e. sow vines to yield wines)
Two) I want to experience the tension pulling the tides in the war on terror, in the reorganization of the global system in both a less abstract manner and a more direct involvement.
Indeed the abstract doesn't lessen during moments of involvement, but once a curiosity has earned so much in the abstract it seeks to employ its investments. In the process of earning my curiosity I acquired an example of how a thing can weather from the inside out. My father for one has explained to me that my senior project read like a dissertation (which I read as code for "Complicated"), and my advisor suggested that I need to be intentional about not just making connections but showing how the ends of my lines became sticky. There are moments when tumult doesn't show in the sails but in motor, or the handling of the helm, or the smell of the cabin. When my adventure weathers inside out it is isolated at certain corners but it is of course, the weather outside that shows me my stress points. If I were to claim both a defense and an offense I would say that I seek an indulgent involvement and that I will fight against the leathering process of abandoning this curiosity for more conventional means: i.e. a recognizable form of employment for a lady of my posture and potential.
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