| Humans slip between the cracks of life,
unaccustomed to living in the realms of responsibility, having been raised in a society that's strived for efficiency above all else, and then all of a sudden they've got to live by themselves. I slip running across the ice trying to make it from one meeting to the next, my shoulder's out of place, my palm is bleeding and I'm walking with a limp, but I wash away the blood in the Chemistry department's bathroom, then wipe the blood away from my nose. A few seconds later I'm grinning at my students; giving them a lecture as if nothing ever happened. I tell my students with a wink that Of the eight founders of thermodynamics, six of them went crazy, and two of them killed themselves. Am I just a step above autism? What am I to become? |