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Can I fall in love with Human?

:- Doug.

Look at this person the ither way; through your eye the ither way to.

:- Doug.

But even in the stories we concoct, we never get to real. Human always has the last word and she is a joker, ever delighting in surprise. That’s the point of a novel, isn’t it, and a poem? Add a math problem. (Math? Yes: for one reason because there is always a question beyond the question. Can you think of the other reasons?)

:- Doug.

Discovering what we don’t know can be far more fascinating that what we do.

:- Doug.

A conversation is an organism that can get wiser and more human as it grows.

:- Doug.

Conversation conceals itself in crevices and folds. Our work then is to wrinkle the wrinkles, increase the creases!

:- Doug.

What if we loved what we talked about?

:- Doug.

Art is a conversation.

:- Doug.

Life is an iatrogenic affliction.

:- Doug.

Conversation is a more immense world than we knew.

:- Doug.

I am weeding: bringing in the “weeds;” being unexpected and uninvited.

:- Doug.

I am not agnostic, I am aphasic: I don’t have the words.

:- Doug.

Shower yourself in questions.

:- Doug.

Let’s look at our Dozing Old Man: how he dreams he is awake, how he twitches and shakes!

:- Doug.

Let’s ask Donnie the Dozer.

:- Doug.

What did you find interesting the last half hour? OK, what could have been interesting?

:- Doug.

Purposes have many possible arrivals along a continuum; goals only one.

:- Doug.

He may be at war; we choose to be at peace.

:- Doug.

Keep writhing, poet.

:- Doug.

Nourished
Momentary beauty
Often disrupted

:- Doug.

Gardens regenerate
eyes don’t see
hearts take in

:- Doug.

Refuge regenerates.

:- Doug.

He is trying to sanitize us of our humanity.

:- Doug.