overweening personal ambition is no virtue;
but while i had it,
i could have danced on a bed of nails.
now that i have sent a package flying to the north where awaits, hopefully, a confirmation,
and just when i am gradually feeling myself get sucked in a whirlpool of both the direst and lightest emotions towards the burning underneath the belly, of which i seemed to have denied myself a layer of insanity.