"If thou hast run with the footmen, and they have wearied thee, then how canst thou contend with horses?"

thought one:
Observed: my super (and i do mean super) attuned conscience is very solicitious to compensate for my sometimes-less-than-perfectly-redeemed ethics.

thought two:
I think I finally understand the appeal of wife/mother-hood...

In those occupations/ roles, one's primary value springs not from her talents, or abilities, or personality, or accomplishments, but simply from her. That good ol' inimitable presence. She doesn't have to worry about justifying her existance or earning her keep on the cosmic scene, because it is her relationship to others that justifies her.

When a 5-year-old is crying his head off on the first day of school (or a ten-year-old on his first boy-scout camp out, como sea), he is not primarily bemoaning the absence of his mother's cooking or superb house-keeping skills (generally). He wants his momma (or "Mamita," como sea), the same as a child seeks the comfort of his mother's arms, which has just given him what-for from the end of a buena vara. Because it's her.

So that's nice. Now, on to how to justify one's existance without all that domesticity.

thought three: proof text for previous post (irony?)

"A little Learning is a dang'rous Thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian Spring: There shallow Draughts intoxicate the Brain, And drinking largely sobers us again." ~Alexander Pope