Now it is official...I just wired my first rent payment in Sweden. I will get a one-way flight up there, probably tomorrow, for whatever date is cheapest from April 24-26th. Six days till I start moving my stuff up there and spend two weeks in the snow reading the first division of Being and Time. The following is a poem by Stefan George, I got it out of a Heidegger essay on language...liked it, thought I would share it.

"The Word"

Wonder or dream from distant land
I carried to my country's strand

And waited till the twilit norn
Had found the name within her bourn--

Then I could grasp it close and strong
It blooms and shines now the front along...

Once I returned from happy sail,
I had a prize so rich and frail,

She sought for long and tidings told:
"No like of this these depths enfold."

And straight it vanished from my hand,
The treasure never graced my land...

So I renounced and sadly see:
Where word breaks off no thing may be.