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Fall apart release your atoms
soul goes to mist spirit to wind
sufficient dissolves

:- Doug.

To be absorbed may be to become larger, more encompassing, more absorbing.

:- Doug.

Medicaid is like Grandma’s choices for putting up fruit: jellies, jams, and preserves. Elder caring lawyers concentrate on preserves: preserving the most of the fruits of your life’s work.

:- Doug.

What if cyborg were only a way-station on the road to health? Adding machine to a human body merely adds foreign breakable to an organic body subject to decline, temporary to temporal. What most of us want may in the end not be super powers, rather to taste our possibilities inherent. Maybe we will not become unrecognizable: maybe we will always see the machine as “not us;” we could start to unfold whom we had not yet recognized as ourselves.

:- Doug.

Can we consult the grandchild-elders?
Can we meditate/contemplate and pray with the grandchild-elders?
Let us bow a blessing to the grandchild-elders; let us receive theirs.
Can we understand the point of view of the grandchild-elders?
Can we hear with the grandchild-elders?

:- Doug.

What is our attitude—our stance—toward the grandchildren-elders? Are we merely dispensing our wisdom on their heads? Or might they be as far ahead of us as we suppose ourselves to be ahead of the peoples of prehistoric times? What if we could partake of their waters and advance ourselves? Might that advance circle back to them, giving them a foothold higher? Could that move us both up the spiral? Can we give them freedom, even beyond freedom from us? Is it about discovering them? Helping us both become us?

:- Doug.

We might converse with the generations by our creativity, our breaking with common cultural consensus.

:- Doug.

The world, the future, runs on numberless multi-dimensional single threads: people are part of humanity all threaded together over our construct, time. Not everyone has every thread running through him or her, but each has an uncountable number and they go on without perceivable ends or beginnings.

:- Doug.

Community theatre is close to perpetual motion: it goes on and on, the ticket sales paying the cost of costume rental and script copies; it all runs on the energy of the people; it also runs on continual moving.

:- Doug.

We’re all in one world, one universe, and perhaps not just all people, bumble bees, and quasars moving this instant, maybe, just maybe, all of us, rocks and animals and vegetation, of all time. And beyond.

:- Doug.

There was something in “Bohm’s Gnosis” this morning suggesting the possibility of two way, indeed multidimensional, conversation among the generations. What if? At least can we develop our consciousness into new dimensions? Bohm’s metaphor of a fish tank with one camera trained on the front and another on the side is instructive: we can see a relation between the side by side television images, but without knowing of a third dimension, we cannot quite grasp it all. Can we break out and see more of the all?

:- Doug.

This canoe ample to hold
us all each stroke and steer modulated
by others effects a singular course of
this world each dip of a paddle shows
a widening to the sea

:- Doug.

Don’t just respond—there may be a bigger picture.

:- Doug.

Attendance at college does not always blot out ignorance.

:- Doug.

This like all games is an experiment in togethering.

:- Doug.

The world and the grandchildren are one.

:- Doug.

In religious statements, the error to avoid is over-use of the word “only.”

:- Doug.

Diffuse means free.

:- Doug.

This world is participatory to its roots.

:- Doug.

I participate in an on-growing reality whose essence for me is spiritual.

:- Doug.

Friend, it is for you this now.

:- Doug.

Spirit is among.

:- Doug.

Play is at least symbolic of the spirit—freeing, essencing, revealing.

:- Doug.