The Prophet

After an incredible night, which started out with practice, then tea, chatting about larping, roleplaying, drinking more tea and chatting and more tea and... you get the idea, anyway, after an incredible night, the three of us looked up and noticed it had gotten all light outside. Eh. And that the time was about 6:30 AM.
I wasn't particularily thrilled at the prospect of getting out into the cold, but you see, father had asked me to go and get the car at the airport, as the family is visiting brother in France and didn't want to pay for the car standing there all week.
Therefore, I mounted my trusty steed (that bike is worth all the love in the world) and rode out in the cold morning. It wasn't as cold as I feared, the wind wasn't anything unexpectedly hard, the snow falling was beautiful and the morning also. Being able to see the sea that early in the morning... and also, I don't often see the city that early. All in all, not a bad experience. In all honesty I should not have been driving, because I was very tired, but I was extra careful and all went well.
Left side hurts like bloody blazes but ah well.
With the help of earplugs, soft music and those thingies you can put over your eyes that you receive on long-distance flights, I managed to sleep with a couple of smaller interruptions until halv past two, I think. Downstairs neighbour did play his piano, energetically, but I survived, and he didn't sing.

It felt awfully weird that it's a week since we practiced all night long on Thursday. Chepri, Maur, I miss you. But you are alive again, and happy right where you are!


I should be writing on my test but I will write letters.
My friends. I implore you to read "The Prophet" by Khalil Gibran. That would be "Profeten" in Swedish. Please, just do so. It is not expensive to buy, it is not hard to borrow and maybe it even exists in e-form [edit: it did, http://leb.net/gibran/, at works, from 1923, "The Prophet"].
I want you all to read it, and then write me something about it here. To me, it is a good book, it is an important book and it contains much wisdom. That I do not necessarily take the same stance toward the few mentions of "God" that are there is not important, for me nor you. It is the book in itself, the chapters and what they speak of.
Especially take notice about love, and freedom, and travel.
Try and read it, my friends, and those of you not my friends. It's really thin, and not hard to read at all.
"The Prophet" by Khalil Gibran.

And in all honesty, I don't have much to write about anyway, so I shall see no need to write here further, until someone has actually read it and commented about it.

[Edit a week later:
Still no comments. Nothing new to report anyway apart from getting a time for x-ray for my chest and ribs. Probably not a heart condition, though.]