Then Percy Jackson waves his arms in the air from the bookshelf and says, "Even though I'm a hardcover, you're dying to find out how my adventures end!"
And, of course, Percy is right, even though I can't think of how The Last Olympian echoes Arthurian legend.
Tomorrow at this time, I'll be in the air, about five hours from landing in London. I'll be there above the world, looking down at what is. (Actually, I'll probably be asleep and ignoring the sites below.) I'd love to know what Jung thought of flying, of being in the sky and looking below at reality. If being underwater represents the unconscious, what does being above the land represent?
I'll try to pop by over the course of the trip, but if I'm not able to say hello, then I hope everyone has a wonderful end of May!