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Write the story told together with the ancestors past, you, and coming.

:- Doug.

Perhaps our God is ever changing. Growing.

:- Doug.

Dreams take a lot of word and paper to record.

:- Doug.

Let it grow. Let my work grow. Day by day. By additions. Harmonizing with the ever renewing necessities of the days and generations.

:- Doug.

Give them an hour
We’ll have you talking
With the grandchildren

:- Doug.

See, behind you
they follow
they lead

:- Doug.

I pound my open palms
against the breasts
of the ones to come
can you not help us
breathe fresher air?

:- Doug.

Look behind you to and for those coming after you. What is your responsibility to, for, and with them? For all of life?

:- Doug.

Thousands of generations are inside you. Screeching and bellowing, calling your name and mine, to give them relief, or at least voice. How will you respond? Poetry? Or less?

:- Doug.

If we—humans!—are immortal or to be immortal we must ever human better. We must no longer fit within our bodies—and souls!—sacred intoxication our duty.

:- Doug.

Have been reading Report to Greco, in bits and pieces. He stirs me for my work. My work is important, impossible, and impassable. Important for the race and for life. Impossible to complete. Impassable because it must be done.

Impossible to explain. Necessary to do.

:- Doug.

I go back and forth between I must do this and it is a tilting after windmills. Ahh, but ’tis a noble pursuit.

:- Doug.

Bouncing along. . . .

:- Doug.

I have not quite completed this round, this my 75th October.

:- Doug.

Bewildered is a central gift of human; just how do I, how do we, make that a central part of the conversation among the grandchildren?

Actually, that is the conversation. Perhaps. Bewildering. Beyond unknowing going: seeking out our ignorance, using it to our advantage.

:- Doug.

Bewilder, Dumbfound, Socks

:- Doug.

Once discovered it will be easier to discover again.

:- Doug.

What we know about people—the hard facts—are changing day to day. We are at the beginning of our learning, of our molding of this being. Human ignorance is our grand adventure: Explore! Invent! Doubt! It is worth our try.

:- Doug.

People do not have to remain the same as ever they were—do they?

:- Doug.

Think a new thought—we can do human better-but in what direction?

:- Doug.

If you had one last chance to improve how people play with grandchildren what would you try? I’m giving you that one last chance by asking you the question.

:- Doug.

I’m creating a very specialized mapping app—to help people navigate the future of human.

:- Doug.

Humanity is yet lying as in a crib, when it could be walking and running and playing together: standing upright.

:- Doug.