perfect peace?

Ohhh....the Yale girls finally unite on a darling blog and in the most appropriate manner: words. We always have had a flair for the dramatic (sorry, that just seemed to flow) and for talking, writing, and reading!
Excuse my verbose and often times rash rantings the other night at our petite reunion.Thank you dear Martha for the inspiring snippet of your discourse on love. The inspiration served as an impetus for my own--not quite so eloquent--email. Nothing has changed in my outside circumstance. However, my inner state seems a bit... liberated combined with "finito"...(What is that word? Someone should create a word for that sense of surrender found in complete emotional exhaustion.) My romantic self who softly steps from daydream to daydream has taken any inherent reason and slashed it with a machete (sp?). Although I personally believe logic to be overrated, some call it the most distinguished aspect of humanity. Reason saves us all from flying to India at this very minute in a desperate attempt to re-enact Sara Crew's life. (Perhaps Plato was on to something when he venerated our ability to see the irrational parts of life) In my new resolve to listen to my mind for more than a minor moment, I look forward to my future with a practical optimism and realistic sense that....dangit....I have so much homework to do.