November 17th, 2010

Interesting words

"You, like a termite, built your peace by blocking up with cement every chink and cranny through which the light might pierce. You rolled yourself up into a ball in your genteel security, in routine, in the stifling conventions of provincial life, raising a modest rampart against the winds and the tides and the stars. You have chosen not to be perturbed by great problems. You do not ask yourself questions to which there are no answers. Now the clay of which you were shaped has dried and hardened, and naught in you will ever awaken the sleeping musician, the poet, the astronomer, that possibly inhabited you in the beginning."
Antoine de St. Exupery

145 - Mood and setting

I noticed something yesterday. It was a cloudy and gloomy day with steady gusts of wind. I was feeling a bit trapped in the house, so I walked down the block to our local coffee shop. I went in, where only the owner, Karen, was there. I had my choice of tables; I had brought my small laptop. Really nice blues was on the speakers above me. I got my single tall mocha in a cup with the nice little artistic foam on top. The whole atmosphere was relaxing and peaceful, even though the darkness and cool temperature and wind was still going on outside, maybe partly because that was going on outside. I needed to get out of the house. I could have made coffee and put some nice music on the stereo, but that wouldn't have worked. The right mood required a walk for a block and some time in LuLu's. Mood is odd, isn't it?