It is finished

another 235 pages under my belt, under the bridge, safely tucked into my noggen, the old brain box. and that makes it done.  i think i know enough to write these papers with what i've read.  if i don't, that makes me a dummy, then i will keep revising my paper topics until i do. the topic will become smaller and smaller until i end up writing a list of things i ate today.  with extensive footnotes.

is it sacreligious that i like using the phrase "it is finished" as often as I can?  and when i type it, i like to say it out loud, just under my breath, and i add, "and with that, he breathed his last and gave up his spirit," even though those exact words are not in the Bible but are, rather, an amalgamation of multiple gospel-accounts of Jesus' death? so? is it sacrelig?

it's interesting to me how these words have become wrapped up in my way of being in the world.  i can't escape the fact that my life has been soaked in words from the bible.  i'm not trying to escape, but i think it's interesting to realize i couldn't even if i wanted to.