grayrose

[Error: unknown template qotd]There is no possession I cannot live without.

Life, will, memory - I hope never to lose those. Health is important but transitory, and so is beauty. I hope never to lose my loved ones. I lost some, but they live on, and that is why it is crucial for me never to lose my memory.

I hope I never lose the way to my world. I did once, you know. The day I found  that road again was the happiest day of my life. If I'd jump off a balcony that day I'd fly up on ivory wings.

I have many beloved possessions because beauty nourishes me, and words do. I love the art I live with, and my books. But if the whole of it goes and I still have my mind and my family I will be fine.

[Error: unknown template qotd]I just saw this prompt on the LJ front page and this question is so out there that I have to answer it.

One of my professors once told me a touching story about a graduate student at Stanford who, after four years in a certain program, grabbed a crowbar and smashed his advisor's head. After spending the appropriate number of years in prison, he got out and applied to the Philosophy program in our illustrious school, and got in. Retroactively the history of his viking-style exploits came to light, and the acceptance was withdrawn.

I am not sure if this is a true story; the person who told me this was a folklorist.

Regardless of the narrative's veracity, my advisor- and in fact, my whole committee - get to live.