. . . need to rant . . . having never done so this way . . . feels awkward . . . it discourages me how mean & petty burocrats can be . . . the slightest bit of self-importance & crass power tactics result . . . a shame . . . to make what we need to do work to the best of our abilities . . . the ability to respond with dignity and grace . . . petty, petty, petty . . . how not to get involved . . . need to reach others deeply, to create a sense of joy & awe . . . when that miracle occurs the pettiness dissolves . . . suppose it is their only salvation for a thankless mediocrity . . . Rage, rage, rage . . . Do not go quietly . . . But too often suppressed silent rage erupts at the wrong time & place . . . Why waste so much time and energy . . . Let it go !
Thoughts, wrote Nietzsche, are shadows of our feelings: always darker, emptier, and simpler than these. And the written word, it strikes me, is but a shadow of our thoughts. 
