Someone wants me to revise a paper that I wrote one-and-a-half years ago so that he can include it in a collection of papers for some publishing company in the United Kingdom. I am practically compelled to use this as my writing sample for graduate schools, but I am too obstinate to consider sending that piece away.

The reason for this shortcoming is that I have a plan. The plan is to stay committed to my thought that I should always endorse everything that I do and create. (It is here that I reveal the severity of my seduction toward a philosophical chimera.)

Although I was once proud of that essay, I no longer endorse it. But it is out of my hands now. It has been released into the eddies of the external world, and I can never get it back.