Sun and seed
Conversation is a work in the soil and seed and sun and water over weeks and years and maybe millennia, to blossom in a passing moment, complete of color and aroma and beauty. Always, the flower fades. But can the work of sun and seed and soil and water have been lost? Or are they but wind through the leaves, revealing other handiwork a few cosmic moments after? This conversation, can you see, is a trace of something come and gone on? And so, and so: each conversation, your conversation, is but a lightest touch of that longer conversation.
:- Doug.
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