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Life may be a human construct, a label we made up for what we play with, what is over against us, with us.

:- Doug.

What’s going on in sub-dividing a subject is placing limits on ourselves. As I child I poked a hole in paper and peered through. (Truth is I still do, just not often enough.) The things I could see by restricting my vision! A slow moving ant and a Daddy long legs. The little hole magnified things. Showed me things I had missed with my big eye. If I am without my contact lenses and need to see the clock, I can bend my index finger tight and look through that little aperture to get just enough magnification. Sub-dividing is not a matter only of analysis; biting into the cookie we find what we could not see—raisins and pecans!

:- Doug.

Don’t decide about a conversation until you have considered it for at least 20 minutes. It may be better not to decide. Let it live or die as it will. I would not decide about a child of mine.

:- Doug.

What is the role of thankfulness in conversation?

:- Doug.

Picasso is all hard edges, sharp lines, and conspicuous contrasts. How would my paintings (if ever I painted) display me? How could that inform—how does it inform—my writing? From this imaginary contrast, how can we pull finer tones from our conversations?

:- Doug.

Analysis often starts with anal.

:- Doug.

The skin does not separate but connects us.

:- Doug.

All ideas are social
I am told

:- Doug.

Can I get more confident in my lack of answers?

:- Doug.

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What do I mean by, or see in, the word center as applied to me as a human? It largely is a pivot point around which all orbits, and I need to say, turns: my history, my moods, my wishes, and on. Less explicitly but more influentially it is source of me, who I “really” am—more infolded and less in awareness.

:- Doug.

Now that we’ve warmed up, let’s do some stretches with these conversations! And Twists!

:- Doug.

What’s so rollicking funny about conversation?

:- Doug.

It is curious—it calls me to turn my head sideways—that Rome was built on military conquest, yet its language is so cerebral, disconnected from body blows. Then there is Old English which is almost aboriginal, physical at least, though maybe not connected to earth and surrounds.

:- Doug.

If the conversation sticks and won’t go further? Ask each other, and ask the conversation, what would it feel like, be like, if we got through this? What is the way at this moment?

:- Doug.

Focusing might help get to the more complex infolded intricate parts of conversation.

:- Doug.

For our conversations, in our conversations, call us to a new primal conversation.

:- Doug.

Maybe this elation I feel at the first snowfall is a body sense. I just felt it again after weeks of warm winter weather. The dusting of snow, powdered sugar on the green grass, brought on a drizzly nose. And the elation. Something may be going on under my notice. And I was reminded in my reading that my body is large: beyond my skin to the curvature of the universe!

:- Doug.

Isn’t to be curious to have holes? Today I feel holey—full of holes.

:- Doug.

I am positively, adamantly curious!

:- Doug.

“This,” he said, gesturing with the bread to all that surrounded him, “this is my body; this is my blood. Take it into you thoroughly. Eat. Drink.” Maybe this is how he meant it. All of this is my body, all of this flows, life through me. His example inspirits me.

:- Doug.

All the Wonderments

:- Doug.

Innately we know right from wrong. I have wondered why this is so. Could it be we are so hitched to one another that our souls, our bodies, know what will break the hitches?

:- Doug.