Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Overheard conversation

A little girl, maybe five or six years old, leaving dance class.  Calls out to her friend, similarly suited in pink and black. "Do you ever confuse yourself?"

"What?" from across the parking lot.

Being tugged along by her mother, craning her neck.  "Do you ever confuse yourself?"

A short pause.  "Yes," comes the answer.

"Me too," says the first ballerina.  "I confuse myself a lot."

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"As soon as we express something, we devalue it strangely. We believe ourselves to have dived down into the depths of the abyss, and when we once again reach the surface, the drops of water on our pale fingertips no longer resemble the ocean from which they came...Nevertheless, the treasure shimmers in the darkness unchanged." ---Franz Kafka