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In this process we create a language, just we two. A rhythm, a shorthand, a manner. We drop consonants, vowels, and whole words. A look, a bob, a pointing is enough, a lot. Even though we cannot be sure what each means, we are sure enough.

:- Doug.

Moreover, spirit, qwoan, is more verb than noun, more moving than static. It is sent caroming between us when we converse, as we turn to one another. Or maybe it is this qwoan which sends us back and forth, turning each of us and both together, turning against the qwoan, in a dance it would be crazy-making to trace. In either picture (and the others we dare not draw) there is something playing a circuit with us. A circuit at times of spirals up and down.

:- Doug.

I don’t need to get to the clear and full definitive expression of spirit in any writing: just walk with my nose pointed that way, to breathe in some.

:- Doug.

Meditations on what we don’t know of conversation.

:- Doug.

Where is spirit in this, especially without interjecting notions of God?

:- Doug.