I am reading Maeterlinck's Wisdom and Destiny at the moment. It's a source of amazement that I read anything these days. Being an (ex-) literature major, it should not be demanded of me either.

Maeterlinck: a lot of what is good around us these days (he wrote in 1898) is the result of people who took time to commune with themselves, while neglecting many-an urgent duty. Hm. I wonder if that is true. But I can imagine how distracted scientists are stereotyped as being. Maeterlinck also says there is some truth to every reproach. But one can always be accused of neglecting something or the other.

I'm getting to know someone, and it's scaring the be-jesus out of me. So I'm reading. Books, the last refuge. I'm into bibliomancy – I pick up books thinking I'll find clues as to what to do in life. But I don't know anything that prepares you for life, but life itself.

And nothing prepares you for guys. :P Not even the bible (aka He's Just Not That Into You).

But it's nice, and exciting, and heady getting to know someone, like having too many lilies in your room – very distracting and utterly romantic. One should not be allowed to have such thoughts.

Thank God I'm not planning baby names already. (don't think don't think don't think)