An Ending.

I'll hopefully resume my consideration of Karl Barth, looking at his alleged universalism, tomorrow. Tonight, I just don't have it in me. Finals normally drain my writing abilities, and they have certainly done that in the past week, especially given that I've also turned nearly 40 pages of essays in over the last week (the grand total for the past month being somewhere between 80-100 pages — I have to mention that to reassure myself I've accomplished something). But, if anything, the real drain tonight is something different: the departure of a friend.

This friend was a classmate of mine nearly two years ago in a British Literature course that she ended up in fairly randomly. I ended up in it because I had just switched from being a Business major to an English Lit major (my religion major staying constant throughout). While she was not a lit major, she was amazingly astute at it, and we began to talk. I ended up with a very dear, special friend whom I have talked to ever since. She is an international student, and though she is planning to come back to the States for an internship, she won't be coming back to Missouri. I think we'll stay in touch, but nonetheless it was sad to see her for the last time for who knows how long.

I'm just not very good at endings.

A Late Night Haiku
Oh! If a moment
Could be frozen and ne'er thaw,
But time does melt it.