Conversation takes place in the spaces between the words, the gestures, the glances, the thoughts. Conversation perhaps does carry us. In any case, conversation cannot be dissected into words, gestures, glances, thoughts exchanged: something else happens. There is a glue, a sticky gossamer, drawing us together, informing us we are one, and lighting a fire in us that sometimes warms, sometimes burns, sometimes sends us out. Conversation carries us out…of ourselves, our selfish selves, and into largering.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on September 23rd, 2008 | No Comments »

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