August 1, 2008

• I left Charleston at 10:30 p.m.  I drove through the night to Indiana.  I stopped once and shut my eyes for ten minutes at a North Carolina rest stop, and at another rest stop in Tennessee, I did the same for twenty minutes. The twilight of dawn brings heavy weights to my eyes and pushes them to sleep.  Then, with a little rest I force the sleep from my eyes and drive on.  I made my way home and with a shower and shave I started reading about Wittgenstein.  He’s a soldier and philospher who wrote his greatest work in the trenches of World War One. I’m building on his work as a foundation for my final paper for my bioethics degree.  He’s another soldier and another philosopher from another time . . . one who I will never share a trench or anything else with. But I’m tired. I’ll visit Wittgenstein again tomorrow in my book.

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