I am everything that has form — for form is my seeing of it.
I am every sound — for sound is my hearing of it,
I am all flavours, each perfume, whatever can be touched,
For that which is perceptible is my perceiving of it,
And all sentience is mine.
They have no other existence, and neither have I —
for what they are I am, and what I am they are.
What the universe is I am, and what I am the universe is.
And there is no other at all, nor any one whatsover.
Tomorrow I visit the place I will spend the next two years of my life starting in January. It is a place in which I will feel pride in my work, push myself to the point of breaking, stress over the simplest details, pour my heart and soul into my work, collapse into a fit of tears from frustration, build lifelong relationships and valuable connections, and most importantly, pursue my passion. Tomorrow I will step foot on one of the most prestigious culinary schools in America, and I am filled with nothing more than excitement and impatience.