I am utterly alone
When I go to bed
I am utterly alone
and then I’m not
:- Doug.
The more densely interwoven the fabric the more its fibers resist rearranging. Change might be assisted by finding ways to keep congenial relationships and make them stronger.
:- Doug.
People want to do the larger good. Their heart flies out, they want to help. This is much deeper than economic self interest. The second simply is a possible support for the first, but not a necessary one.
:- Doug.
Getting done good things for good people dealing with nursing homes.
:- Doug.
Three steps more:
1. Maybe the mind forces the world into its mold.
2. Maybe the world makes the mold.
3. Maybe it’s all one.
4. What are we to make of it? (It, Thou, Us, Poetry, Making)
Which way go
The ocean’s flows?
:- Doug.
I see something in a new way. It is major and begs exploration. Another thing demands my attention. This is the way the lesser elbows out the greater.
:- Doug.
Truth is bigger than we are ready to receive
Creation is truth
Just look about you in the profligate surfeit
Multiplied by the stories
Told by the seven billion of us
Profligate X Stories =
Truths
:- Doug.
Wars help the economy
Greedy get richer, richer
Poor are put out of their misery
What’s not to love?
:- Doug.
You had to be there times can be common. One way to reliably invite them is opening space. Any place people feel comfortable to be here now is key. One person can invite one. A few can invite a few more.
:- Doug.
We flare up, we flame
for an instant and then
we are snuffed out by a stray breeze
The part of us to live on
is the brightness
or what we are able to light
Maybe our fractal tongue
a generation after next unrecognized flickers in a thousand
:- Doug.
Being open, saying what’s what, explicitly dealing with the rough and tough in how we get along—this is the beginning of an effective client relationship. But eventually it needs to be from both sides.
:- Doug.
A friend of mine, now deceased, said “Moving! Everything is moving!” Still points do move us, that is the point, maybe, perchance, perhaps. Love is verb, yes? Questions spin around the still point of us, and we reflect, but keep coming back to the center, which has its own force, momentum at rest.
:- Doug.
I cannot tag each thought I have to a particular event. Nor need I, I suppose: possibility has power.
:- Doug.
In conversation, people discover what is humanity—and that they still have it
:- Doug.
What is the underlying question of your life?
:- Doug.