I decided tonight. I can’t go to law school. I don’t have it in my heart.
I mean, I probably wouldn’t mind it, I might even enjoy it. But it’s not
what’s burning inside of me.

It’s too practical for one thing. Dad asked how I was going to put food on
the table when I came home late tonight if I didn’t do something practical.
“I don’t care about that,” I said, “I don’t care if I don’t eat. I don’t
care if I don’t have any posessions. Do you understand?” He said, yes, he
understood. He used to be like that. Then he got a family.

I have to study truth. I have to pursue the good. I have to learn. I have
to find wisdom. I have to search for the answers.

Tonight, I had Medieval Literature with Dr. Allums. Afterward, he and Paul
and this guy named Greg and this fifty year old grandmother named Adele and I
all went out to Waffle House for coffee and discussion. I love being with
people who think. I love to ask something and not have the other person give
an unconcerned “I don’t know.” I love the chase, the pursuit of truth.

When we were getting up to leave, I turned to Allums and asked, “Will we find
the answers?” Paul spoke up, “It’s not about getting to the answer. It’s
about the questions. It’s the journey.”

As I thought about that on the way home, I realized that I couldn’t go to law
school.

Instead, I want to go to the University of Dallas. They have a political
philosophy department.

Unless I can find some place out west…

In other news, we’re going to have the giant head from the Alabama
Shakespeare Festival’s production of Hamlet in our production of The Wizard
of Oz. YES!

Jonah (is way too wired after some chocolate covered coffee beans, three cups
of coffee, two syrup covered pecan waffles, a couple games of Quake up in the
computer lab with Nathan and Mark, and some intellectual discussion at Waffle
House)