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When we talk uselessly, when we leave hands and words off the next generations, we choose. But what do we want our effort to be? Benevolent neglect is not a wise choice, is it? Yes there is a cost to us—and it starts with the effort to think. Together. Words and silences and work. There is no benevolence in turning away one’s head—or in turning two heads away. We are called to responsibility.

:- Doug.

Mistakes—which ones will we make? This, a root of humility?

:- Doug.

Humility—how do we tend one another—and the generations—with humility? What is it in real life? How does it show up?

:- Doug.

We will remain to one another forever undiscovered. It is good that it is so. Your complexity runs circles around me, provides me grounding, confounds me. In this instant I must speak and withhold speech, act and withhold acting, with all the mix of humility and brashness I can bring up. How might we—we cannot know—tend one another?

:- Doug.

Start with what needs most help, most life.

:- Doug.

Now we tend one another thro’ conversation.

:- Doug.

It is probably not melding we seek, but it does require turning. To face new directions.

:- Doug.

Come, let us
practice life
throwing to the winds
pasts and futures
seeding worlds a-changing

:- Doug.

Never again
Never before
A moment
Wander-possible
As this

:- Doug.

It is up to us to become what we can together. We can glow. We can be fire.

:- Doug.

Ask each other, How is what we are living thro’ as a people something other generations have lived thro’—death, destruction, new? I cannot consider this section of this chapter finished, for it ever wants to live, to develop, to grow. Thro’ you, thro’ me.

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2481

To be many things at once is to be . . . and to be wise . . . and to be real. How many things can you be, and contradictory, in this conversation?

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A guffaw is a state.

:- Doug.

What’s the itsy-bitsiest imaginative thing you can bring?

:- Doug.

How many worlds may we each hold in our arms, you and I, when we imagine—imagine toddlers reaching for a shiny spoon, or elder toddlers reaching for a grandfather’s pocket watch on a chain—what does time mean to either at this stage of life?

:- Doug.

Conversations don’t happen in the world, they are the world, happening.

:- Doug.

Maybe mine is a spirituality of the larger, ever larger. Here, for sure, is an escape from ego.

:- Doug.

The between is the event, the party.

:- Doug.

We seek opportunity in exploring the unknown.

:- Doug.

This life lives us
not separately
together

:- Doug.

Final Q #1: How is it by looking into your eyes I see one like myself? #2: How is it when I lose interest in myself I find myself co-extensive with the all there is?

:- Doug.

Do you see a person’s layers horizontal or vertical?

:- Doug.

This is Superman’s telephone booth—where we change into our super cape.

:- Doug.