How long is the darkness before we get to the light

Went jogging at 12 and just finished my tutorial. I hope I will not be burnt out by any exams or assignments before the exams. The workload is starting to add up but I know I can cope with it and still have this energy... as long as I believe in achieving what I wanted to. And jogging helps too...at least it gives you that moment of clarity... although there is something "neurologically opiate"(if u noe wat i mean) about it. While I am at that, I am really thankful that Sarah can jog on fridae nite... hope she stays free and healthy haha....

I'm actually beginning to detest the readings for my lit module a little bit less after reading William Blake. Guess admidst all the proclaimed greatness (which i don't discern from his Englishness), there is something much deeper about him. He obviously has this distaste for doctrinal religion but yet held on to the ideal of man's innocence. It is easy to simplify everything by just passing judgement this dogged line of good and evil, but what is intriguing and actually I would say perplexing is to explain what constructs the deeds that people commit. A lot of it is social psychology whereby people intentionally conceal their individuality behind the crowd.

How do we preserve this consciousness of our mind... i wonder... it's like this mortal irony of being aware of ideologies that shape a mind but not being able to be free of them at the same time. Different people see the world through different lenses, and it is from these varying perspectives that each of us builds up a totally subjective construct of the world in our mind.

No two people can have the exact same thoughts. But through sharing and opening up to your friends, we learn and reform our ever transient self.

ok... poem by blake......


The Garden of Love

I laid me down upon a bank,
Where Love lay sleeping;
I heard among the rushes dank
Weeping, weeping.

Then I went to the heath and the wild,
To the thistles and thorns of the waste;
And they told me how they were beguiled,
Driven out, and compelled to the chaste.

I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut
And "Thou shalt not," writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.