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Is The Last Hot Chocolate a lyrical essay?

:- Doug.

Find other evocative sayings and enigmatic.

:- Doug.

Read a book when you get it. Read it again, you get something new. Read a person again with curiosity (and some commonality) and you give to each other riches overflowing.

:- Doug.

Black contains, absorbs all colors. White reflects, unleashes all colors. Equally brilliant, equally inviting.

:- Doug.

Clean language is invitational. If we are to approach two as one, we need to invite the dark and scary (two as one is losing self, letting loose a monster unknown), beyond which is where Rich lives.
Ultimately Rich and Dark are probably inseparable. Probably every human is so from any other. Because each is other/holy to the first. To approach rich is to find dark—hidden, unknown, and just a little frightening. To approach dark is to find riches and possibilities.

:- Doug.

Wind winds
Us thro’ us

:- Doug.

I am part of all whom I have met: in all directions.

:- Doug.

To those generations we cannot see, our eyes are black, black. But O: we see thro’.

:- Doug.

If all fear is the fear of death, what does that say of our conversations becoming one? Let go—over and over—let go. Like my “I accept death,” we are asking ourselves to let go of each other of where/when we are, of our little circles of light over our table, to find what is in that dark, out there and then. Letting go is getting out of its way—life’s way—we must die! Scared? I am. And eager.

:- Doug.

My stroke was gentle, and then it left me.

:- Doug.

Slip under hope.

:- Doug.

Looking at and to one another keeps our attention and intention on her. Now we feel the need to pull us to others, holy OTHERS.

:- Doug.

I have not lived there. It comes upon me as a happy accident, but I could hope to live as if letting go of one bar of the jungle gym going from momentarily happy accident to momentarily happy accident.

:- Doug.

It could be that those who come after and after us may be the downtrodden, the poor, the defeated. Be them, with them, thro’ them.

:- Doug.

Here we have a letting go of fear, letting be of death, of catching what they have, of being different, of living oddly, publicly for all to see.

:- Doug.

Generations before are our fear of death; generations after fear of new, unexplored life—it’s not that we don’t know about them—we think little of them because we fear.

:- Doug.

In together we can bolster one another’s trust in mystery and the simplest not knowing, to move into the generations fore and aft, port and starboard.

:- Doug.

You, reader, don’t do as I did. Let at least one of us be un-stupid.

:- Doug.

God Christ Jesus Buddha are simply codes to say you are alike to me in this.

:- Doug.

Allow yourself to be touched thro’ your heart, thro’ your common humanity, thro’ your common beingness.

:- Doug.

Like the CPAP secret dark controls—on/off and selector at once—but well known.

:- Doug.

It starts with letting your hearts go out. Linda, my wife, is better at this than I. I could join her in this. I could go “ooh” at the news.

:- Doug.

Our winds
turn and billow your veils
renewing your secrets

:- Doug.