I have realized this semester a strange feeling, one which I have never experienced before. A desire and thirst for knowledge, for learning. Having long viewed the world as a fascinating place, chock full of mystery, I have never quite taken the leap towards a love of all things scholastic. School has always come rather easily for me, as a result I have never be one of those blessed with determination, ambition and a love for knowledge. All due to my own laziness. The humanities course which is a requirement for any student at my school tends to be rather intense. It is a melding, a composite of the history, culture, peoples, art, literature of the past. Classical, Hellenistic, The Allegory of the Cave, humanism, the Golden Age of Democracy, Charlemagne. I love it all.
"I acknowledge and do not deny that you loved me before I existed, and that you love me unspeakably much as one gone mad over your creature...The more I enter you, the more I discover, and the more I discover, the more I seek you. You are insatiable, you in whose depth the soul is sated yet remains always hungry for you, always thirsty for you."
Catherine of Sienna
