"Built close to water"

That's what my Grandpa used to say about me, since I can tend toward emotion.

I am prone to "Wordsworth moments" (when I feel that "the world is too much with [me]" -- though, to be fair, not in the same way as in the poem... more like things hit me emotionally and it's too much to bear without some expression of that emotion. I don't know if I am making sense at all or just rambling. Let's move on...).

Yesterday was full of such moments. Brian's Hunt was amazing, but kind of horrifying. Unexpected brutality took my breath away.

Then, too, listening to Jesus Christ Superstar, re-reading how the four gospels relay the trial and Crucifixion, and reflecting on those events, led to some fair amount of emotion from me. Whatever belief system one holds, this was a brutal act against a man who, by all accounts, preached love.

So, to Wordsworth:

THE World is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
The winds that will be howling at all hours
And are up-gather'd now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.—Great God! I'd rather be
A pagan suckled in a creed outworn,—
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.