Pleasures of the Sabbath

I love Sunday mornings in January. There's nothing better than heading out on a sunny but cold morning to pick up danish pastries for breakfast, enjoy the atmosphere of unhurried calm and watch people returning from church. I can almost hear Sunday Morning from the Four Sea Interludes, the bells tolling and the sun glinting off the calm North Sea in wintery perfection.

Everyone loves Emily

Why is it that Emily Dickinson seems so modern?

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.

Moments of surreality

Under the influence of the mimosines flooding my frontal cortex, I've taken the Dali test. It seems I'm a uniquely lovable individual:

Dream caused by the Flight of a Bee around a
Pomegranate, One Second before Awakening- You
have a unique and beautiful mind. No wonder so
many people like you and accept you. You are
aware of who you are and you do not try to be
someone else. You embrace yourself and other
people notice this and embrace you as well. You
get hugged. A lot.

Which Salvador Dali painting are you?
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I'm shocked and appalled. I've always thought of myself as a mercurial, difficult individual, but I guess I must be a bit low on the old self enlightenment, cuz as everybody knows, random internet tests are always more accurate than many hours of detailed omphaloskeptical analysis.