Woe is me

Woe is me.
Woe.
Is.
Me.

I wrote this in response to a reading in my Advanced Cognition class where we talk each week about how we think.

Since the earliest forays into the examination of thought with the unreliable introspective method, studies have turned in the direction of more testable connections, from the observable cause and effect relationships between external variables and behaviors to the scrutiny of neural operations to dissect external influence on internal behavior.

I think it looks great. I just don't know what it means.

Not only that, but after all the queries I've drafted, it looks naked without a hook: "While the clock ticks, and the neurons fire, there is only one question to consider: Will the answer lie in Connectionist Theory? And will it come in time?"

I will be in this Cognition class until December 15. All the high-achiever ghosts in my closet of I-thought-we-were-done-with-this are up from their naps now, unhappy, catching up with each other and looking over at me.
On the other hand, I will be a better thinker, and a more considerate listener. I won't be the guy who sat in front of me in traffic with a bumper sticker that said:
"Don't Blame Me. I Voted For The White Guy."

Now there's a guy who could use a little cognition.

Woe is me, but woe-er is he.

There. Perspective.