May not be time
There may not be time but there is probably rhythm.
:- Doug.
If we are also what others remember of us then gathering even means we are memories held by another. Not so much to give us immortality, but to extend our touch.
:- Doug.
What questions do we ask to find one another? There has to be a stripping of our selves, a poking of holes—and large ones—from our side.
:- Doug.
Can we force ourselves, in this conversation, to choose between two courses, either of which would show us our true selves?
:- Doug.
It seems it is not that I was waiting for it to find me, but that I was waiting to find it. No, I was waiting to be readied to find it.
:- Doug.
He is a story-killer. If it’s not plain vanilla, without sweetness, without clouds, without pain, it is suppressed. He lives in a boring world. He needs it thus to feed his seething.
:- Doug.
We cannot converse all day, we cannot think all day, we must be up and moving.
:- Doug.
There is one who believes anything that feeds his need for retribution and domination. Dominate, dominate, dance to the retribution!
:- Doug.
What is your calling? How do you hear that question? Is calling something you hear? Or something you voice? What is your calling? Is it imperative or inquisitive? Is it whisper or plaint?
:- Doug.
Can you cherish something of your friend that other people kick aside?
:- Doug.
There is no decision in your life, no step you take, that is not already final, leaving you now, with no possibility of return. You must go on, ever on.
:- Doug.
We must develop ourselves not to reach a peak but to see how well we can. In a phrase, to stir our development.
:- Doug.