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So that’s why I am clod of the clod, part of every other human, inseparable.

:- Doug.

Particles and waves, yes—but behavior. Particles are like photographs, waves are like persons, undulating, possibly all over the landscape settling only in one place when we ask a question, but then, probably, never there again.

:- Doug.

What we are learning of the reality of the world—this world of the generations—discounts the present moment and calls us to be present to a larger, more widespread moment covering distant space-time; and it discounts our immediate experience for the experiences of many as it moves thro’ time & does not settle in any one of us.

:- Doug.

What has been the agéd story of delight?

:- Doug.

Art and its progress carries one set of stories of humankind. What of the art of other beings?

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2535

Dark gestates
Fallow fecundates
Nothing heals

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Who—and what—are these generations? Are they yet persons?

:- Doug.

Are the generations inside each/a person, outside, between, or a soul arising?

:- Doug.

When we consider our ancestors and ascendants, ought we focus on the insignificata of their lives? Just what is significant?

:- Doug.

What good are ancestors?

:- Doug.

Are these, can these, generations be alive for us? What does alive mean? We are changing. Constantly. Continually.

:- Doug.

The Last Hot Chocolate was conversation in micro; The Book of Sarah is macro.

Macro or micro, macro & micro, whichever way we look, how do we hold ourselves together? What is a self, or selves? Are generations simply–& only—a collection of individuals? What if generations were a person unto themselves? Why do I try to conceive them, that is, to hold them in my mind, something at which to marvel, or perhaps a play thing?

:- Doug.

What if the generations were a thinking, feeling, breathing entity unto itself & we a cell of it?

:- Doug.

What do we not know about the role of the generations in our lives? & what if they were in conversation with us? & what if the conversation offered us shared soul?

:- Doug.

Do generations have an arrow, a direction, a purpose, a destination?

:- Doug.

What jumps generations?

:- Doug.

What do the generations hold for any single generation? What does any single generation hold for the flow and the whole of the generations? What do they each hold for the species? How can we tell from being stuck in the midst?

:- Doug.

What we seek, maybe most of all, is fulfilling conversation.

:- Doug.

To Agamemnon: When you dehumanize others you dehumanize yourself.

:- Doug.

Art ought to seek its expression of the infinite.

:- Doug.

There is a season to Conversing & to Meeting & to Soul making
& then
The universe, the cosmos, turns
Another bit & we do not recognize ourselves nor
Where we are, but even so
We are interior inferior hands of flesh &
Opening fingers allowing light & oxygen & flight & escape!

:- Doug.

We cannot be whole without the living generations.

:- Doug.

To crave attention
Is to crave belonging
Our already place in cosmos

:- Doug.