Struggling, tired, wind, ice, almost there, but no strength left...nevertheless there is a ROPE. I can't fall and die.
To tell you the truth I don't feel that great. My confidence is wobbling. I'm trying to think: just hand anything in on the 9th, and then we'll see about all those things left to check, read, quote, etc. Just give something in on the 9th. But I reread what I have of my fourth chapter yesterday and it is not "final text". Now I'm going to change some paragraphs, put some in a more logical order and try to make the text more readable and clear. Some parts of Schelling's book I'm just going to have to skip. I know that 10 days is still a lot of time! It's not nothing! But I'm starting to panic...
I don't want to exagerate or be melodramatic. But I have been wanting to write here that God is that rope that I have, and if I ever make it out of this mountain alive, it will be thanks to him. Just wanted to say that.
Bye! see you on the top, then we can celebrate.
