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Let’s devise a way to map a conversation. Indicators of speed, direction, timing, people taking turns, talking over one another, a butterfly floating in and out, bumblebees, kangaroos, giraffes, minds bubbling, and getting lazy. What’s going on in there?

:- Doug.

What organizes the interiors of conversations? Are something like microtubules active?

:- Doug.

Pray without them
Words can get in the way

:- Doug.

It is significant that I don’t know—we don’t know—what conversation is. The turning of dance or compost is just the start. But what is going on? What is happening inside this operation that emerges new thinking? Where are the edges, for instance when we go home and things brew and we come back to pick it up in a fortnight? Or carry its bits to “other” conversations? Here is fertile ground for exploration. For if we figure out what it is and how it is done, we might bridge divides of persons, peoples, and space-time.

:- Doug.

Friends and future ancestors: I hail you!

:- Doug.

Lyrics which whisper of conversation without words across space-time:

Some enchanted evening, you may meet a stranger:
The sound of her soul will ring in your dreams.

:- Doug.

Why should I think I know what conversation looks like?

:- Doug.

Ideas: the more the marrier.

:- Doug.

A Library of Conversations for Grandchildren: Wherein I Ask If it is Possible & Continuously Have my Mind Burst Open

:- Doug.

I’m on an intensive study of grandchildren.

:- Doug.

Practice like the White Queen: believe six impossible things before each breakfast.

:- Doug.

Your model of conversation is one mouth, one ear, but what if reality is thousands? And some are miles and sleeps away? Say like neurons? Or a big rowdy party?

:- Doug.

We don’t have to get there in one hop
(But quantum-ly who knows?)

:- Doug.

Thinking of other people is an influence of them on me. A piece of a conversation. Time and generation may be irrelevant.

:- Doug.

It’s not just the connections—the conversations—that trigger growth, but the nodes—the people—are each wizards. It’s the back and about and forth, the bumping, the random-plus that “adds” the advanced math to the equation.

:- Doug.

When each of us, a neuron on humanity’s brain, comes online, it makes humanity more nimble. As we think larger, we are bringing more thinking to the human project.

:- Doug.

I’m guessing how the contraption is ‘sembled: when can I jump on and ride?

:- Doug.

Music
From and for
The dance of generations

:- Doug.

How wide is your range?
How deep in your now do you swim?
How open is your space?

:- Doug.

I use note cards here with the books. I keep them out there. A metaphor. Möbius: dance. Maybe us.

:- Doug.

Beyond the dance, we may be lock and key, joke and funny bone, to the ages. Fit, turn.

:- Doug.

Remembering conversation is a turning (vers) with (con), we might start to move with the dance of the ancients. We spin around each other—and many others—how many ages? Words get in the way of the dance. Here we know one another. The dance is a way beyond words, deeper, fuller, a gazing into each other’s eyes. Many eyes. This, this very this, is dance of ages.

:- Doug.

Plant eaters in the wilds are in a wider class of ancestors to us.

:- Doug.