He will judge between the nations and will settle disputes for many peoples.
They will beat their swords into plowshares
and their spears into pruning hooks.
Nation will not take up sword against nation,
nor will they train for war anymore.
Come, […] let us walk in the light of the Lord.
- Trees fall across train tracks regardless of whether I need to get to work or not.
- My cubicle offers no privacy whatsoever.
- Starting work, suffering from a cold, and having my period all at once make for a miserable week.
- Skills I learned in college mean almost nothing in this new world.
- This warrenlike building offers endless potential for getting lost, so a safe bet is to follow other people around.
- The business of preclinical testing seems to require:
a) Endless acronyms; and
b) Cryptic yet mind-numbingly long identification numbers.
- Three hours between getting home and going to bed offers very little scope for activity.
- Even 70° can be uncomfortable with enough humidity. It also starts to feel quite cold after a while.
- Tylenol Flu makes me feel queasy.
- I can walk from the Worcester train station to Charles River in less than 10 minutes.
- Train conductors do not seem to ask for payment in the morning, but the evening only costs $3.20 anyway.
- Blowing my nose for 48 hours straight results in very painful nostril skin.
- You can hear beagles barking from our office — one “soundproofed” floor below the dogs. They seem to do it almost all day, too.
- I like not having the encumberance of a car for my daily commute.
- Nobody seems to mind me browsing the Internet all day as long as I have nothing more important to do. This blog, for instance, I am writing because there is literally nothing left for me to do.
And last, a quote from Alfred, Lord Tennyson:
’Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, sitting well in order to smite
the sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
to sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
of all western stars, until I die.