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Do mirror neurons work across centuries? Ought they? What if they did?

:- Doug.

It is useful and beneficial to disturb the soil for the species. What soil, what species?

:- Doug.

We the unknown composers
You the musicians
Playing phrases from ether

:- Doug.

Naturally occurring water seeking intelligently wiggly missile: What’s that? A plant’s root.

:- Doug.

Something hovers, a Black Swallowtail to our Cardinal flower.

:- Doug.

I write not words and persons, but human-nesses and touches.

:- Doug.

Hot chocolate is secret, mystery.

:- Doug.

The seer sees thro’.

:- Doug.

Conjoined to a common destination, we are.

:- Doug.

You say to me, “What does that mean?” I answer, “Your question provides your curiosity.”

:- Doug.

How do I forget these?
Let me count the ways.

:- Doug.

All he really needed to learn in kindergarten—he forgot!

:- Doug.

Conversation is a quest for uncertainty.

:- Doug.

What ought we plant to nourish the eleventh generation? What throw in the fire—to destroy or anneal?

:- Doug.

Life is better with wrinkles.

:- Doug.

What do we do about the high plateau? Is it only for enjoyment?

:- Doug.

We can talk for them, of them, we can bring up their images in our words and heads. Images, visual of course, but also of taste, smell, touch, sound. What is the dignity of each individually? Can we look into this person’s eyes?

:- Doug.

Now we enter the long-burning fire.

:- Doug.

What is the dignity, the worth, of any grandchild?

:- Doug.

I’m in love with this chapter—it is so delicate and generous I hesitate to touch it, to pull back its sheer.

:- Doug.

“But always changed.” Can we say that about our conversations? Do we seek that?

:- Doug.

Who are you as a person? As a family? How do you fit? What is to be your role? What are you curious to find out about yourself?

:- Doug.

Will I resorb fire?

:- Doug.