matter of degrees
Hot and cold are a matter of degrees.
:- Doug.

The note I write gets the spinning thought out of my head and onto my sleeping tablet.
:- Doug.
If you increase the unhealthiness of some of us you increase the unhealthiness of all of us. If you ration health care you make us all unhealthy.
:- Doug.
What I mean by death may be to surrender my being to the pool between us—blood it is.
:- Doug.
In conversation we are becoming real
We never reach fully real
For all we meet morph us
Morphing I die
We arise and arise and
:- Doug.
You will die this year. Hopefully many times. It is the way to real.
:- Doug.
Death is the wall that holds us back. From whom and what we might be. No, the wall is the fear of dying. Death is the semi-permeable membrane that opens life to us. Death is a conversation.
:- Doug.
We must die every minute: to the project of ego, to whom we thought we were, to what we thought the world is and means: if we are to grow, to see, to meet.
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 1688
We appear, we fade, we touch: events are we.
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