2 September. Never a dull moment. Not from noon until midnight. I have been walking walking walking, all day long. It has been quite the philosophical adventure. Everything I had planned out ended up being canceled (registration is on the 3rd, not the 2nd, the girl who needed me to translate for her stumbled upon her commissioned translator as our lift lifted), but the fruitless appointments led me through new archways and doors into unplanned and very pleasant territories. In the first case, I ended up walking to the Palais Royal, enjoying some moments of tranquility. A bit of contemplation on symmetry and control bubbled in my membrane at this point (visualization provided in contrasted photographs above) as I related the buildings' and plants' symmetrical beauty to a need for control, and then linked that need for control to my own, using the example of appointments... I finally tied up my neat, symmetrical argument with the acknowledgment of the aforementioned magnificence of the loss of control that comes from all that is unplanned, that happens as we let it happen.
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