Puppet strings loosed!
The puppet strings are loosed! They now run from us to us. Countless they are. We dance and we love and we fight: that is to say, we love. Strings not to pull, but to touch: to make music.
:- Doug.
The puppet strings are loosed! They now run from us to us. Countless they are. We dance and we love and we fight: that is to say, we love. Strings not to pull, but to touch: to make music.
:- Doug.
Three hundred years is at once beyond imagination and within imagination. We stretch. We boggle our daily minds. We think bigger. We respond to issues and opportunities of lineage and species.
:- Doug.
About what do you want to dialogue this morning? What struck you, what needs to be said, about what do you want others’ thoughts? What’s the most meaningful, most troubling part?
:- Doug.
Sometimes “story” is too big a task. Think of episodes, little chance events that spoke to you.
:- Doug.
Write a true story from your life for your friends. Rewrite it to tell to 9-12 year old grandchildren. Rewrite it again to tell to 300 year grandchildren elders.
:- Doug.
We give ourselves
to efforts worthwhile
as vessels to be emptied and filled
:- Doug.
What’s right and what’s to improve in the direction of humanity now? What would be a step closer to right?
:- Doug.
What ought to be the characteristics of humanity? Am I fit to espouse these? Can I make myself fit to espouse these?
:- Doug.