In Shakespeare's "The Tempest," the character Caliban is described as a "savage and deformed slave." But, Caliban also has a softer side, one capable of uttering some of the most beautiful lines in the play. Feeling connected to Caliban, I would like to be among the Calibans of the world. As Caliban said: "Be not afeard, the isle is full of noises,/Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not."
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Alert To All Anvils
Sometimes I think I could screw up an anvil. I know that I act impulsively, but why do I have to shoot off my big yap all the time? I then spend tremendous amounts of time trying to undo what I said, either by apologizing or by spinning the remarks. Either way, it's ridiculous and inappropriate behavior for a person my age (or any age for that matter). Some day the sky is going to fall and then I will be in a world of hurt. Until then, I am going to try to be conscious of my thoughts and make certain that I don't make them become a reality by saying the wrong things. Will I never learn?--Mike/Doc
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