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Metaphor stands wild
with one foot in here
offering a helping hand

:- Doug.

I have a fertile
wondrous garden
of flowering ideas
and budding conversations
Come play

:- Doug.

We are of more
than sinews, gristle, and grit:
we are of night dreams
and bed dreams
fears and fights and whit

:- Doug.

All the characters of the story, though they may appear a far detour, are as of a dream, all parts of the protagonist, the dreamer, Nausicaa going to do her wash.

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2134

There is at least in human conversation, a function for the functionless, untidy, things forgotten, things discovered, things held back, things in the dark, secrets and laughs not shared, things repressed. “But above all, develop the human talent for forgetting words, phrases, whole unwelcome sentences, all experiences involving wincing.” Lewis Thomas, Late Night Thoughts on Listening to Mahler’s Ninth Symphony, p 142. “We might, in this way, regain the kind of spontaneity and zest for ideas, things popping into the mind, uncontrollable and ungovernable thoughts, the feel that this notion is somehow connected unaccountably with that one.” Id, p 140.

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O great stirring: come back to me renewed and strong after you rest. For now do allow me to sleep to refresh.

:- Doug.