With much blood eaten
What is the danger of meaningful conversing? Prometheus is our warning. Will our liver, the seat of our emotions, be continuously, torturously, and with much blood eaten out? Will we be chained to a rock?
:- Doug.
Archive for January 14th, 2023
Believing people
Could there be a believing game not of ideas/propositions, but of people?
Why did I write people and not persons? Perhaps because we do not need to work at believing persons, that is, Thous. But maybe we do. Maybe it takes more work because they might be too familiar to us. Maybe for them, we ought to doubt ourselves.
:- Doug.
Worth our sweat and fears?
Conversation is a process of the whole person, so you are a fool if you try to learn it step-wise. You must throw in your whole self—naked. So must one other. Because of this, it is doomed from the start. Very few meaningful conversations happen in our times. Did they ever? Perhaps when we sat around campfires at night telling our fears and in the morning telling our dreams. We seldom do that now, even on vacations. So is it merely luck when it happens? Probably that is how it happens when it happens these days. The question is, can we improve our odds? For instance by getting “naked,” revealing our real selves? Searching for our real selves, in front of, with, another? Guessing at our Thou’s real self, or more likely, selves? Is this question worth our sweat and fears?
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 2198–A garden you once loved
Footprints in the Windsm # 2198
Where was a garden
You once loved?
It was shaped gradually
Any trickle
Helps plants to grow
Helps me to grow
Dirt under your nails
You cannot clean away
Nor would you want to
When was a garden
When will it be again?
Please pass it on.
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Chain to pull me along
The words are a chain to pull me along. But not following them: Having them throw me out into new paths no one has yet walked. It is I who chain the words together, each opening to another link. The links do not end, they keep coming. They keep casting me on and outward. This labyrinth does not end. It is like Alice’s fall with attracting objects on each shelf at each turn. Again it is like Mandelbrot’s set, producing wonder after wonder. But not like either, for it produces new and novel and pulling further things.
:- Doug.
