Mixtures, tangles, and coloring
The world is a mixture of what stands out there and what we make of it, a tangle, inseparable. It goes deeper than “a sunny day is better than a cloudy one,” or “the sun is shining on me.” We cannot have our world without our own coloring. We can never see the world except through our eyes, handle it except by our hands, and all these get filtered so subtly we mostly do not see the filters.
:- Doug.
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