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Who spoke? Who in shade
listens? Does either one hear?
Solitary bird

:- Doug.

Is it good we don’t have words for some things?

:- Doug.

Bread—as life and you and I—comes from fire.

:- Doug.

The this all there is moment is another “Greek god” of time.

:- Doug.

To write slowly and spaciously brings up to the mind?—the soul?—grey cloths not previously encountered.

:- Doug.

What is to know? To mystery, to poke mystery as if to poke holes in its veil, this is to us to know. This satisfies or must satisfy as monastery wall with a crack and a Zen view of mountains and green valley.

:- Doug.

We carry with us our individual space-paces.

:- Doug.

Consider there are ways we know one another that by-pass conscious pathways. What little I know.

:- Doug.

What would you do?

:- Doug.

O failing, flailing old man!
You have made the world
           Grey
Its only color
           The blood
Of the myriads dying
           Silently

:- Doug.

We are not so afraid of AI
as of ourselves
unexplored

:- Doug.

I don’t know anything
nothing can be known
nothing sits still long enough

:- Doug.

Trees do not live so very long
not so long a’ tall
if one counts their day
as one trip around old Sol’
their sleep time when earth leans away
their work day when it leans in
and we the little
two-legged ants
scurrying about
oblivious
because trees do not snore!

:- Doug.

When do things happen
that happen
in imagination?
In one time only
Or in more?

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2508

One effect of conversation is to change the speed of our thinking, especially when compared to thinking alone. It slows and speeds. Also it extends thinking in breadth and direction, so it encompasses more. We can morph these effects into purposes and practices.

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Last time I grew a beard it had color—I no longer remember which!

:- Doug.

As I look on, my mind is fraying—my body too.

:- Doug.

Take in history with large gulps.

:- Doug.

We are more than one—we’re at least more-ands.

:- Doug.

We’re no longer adults. What is adult?

:- Doug.

Who says conversation has to be simultaneous? Email is not; texts are not. For that matter, in-person conversations have a lot of turn-taking.

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2507

He’s the Cranky Old Man In Chief.

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How are we the same?

:- Doug.