playing with a label
Life may be a human construct, a label we made up for what we play with, what is over against us, with us.
:- Doug.

Life may be a human construct, a label we made up for what we play with, what is over against us, with us.
:- Doug.
What’s going on in sub-dividing a subject is placing limits on ourselves. As I child I poked a hole in paper and peered through. (Truth is I still do, just not often enough.) The things I could see by restricting my vision! A slow moving ant and a Daddy long legs. The little hole magnified things. Showed me things I had missed with my big eye. If I am without my contact lenses and need to see the clock, I can bend my index finger tight and look through that little aperture to get just enough magnification. Sub-dividing is not a matter only of analysis; biting into the cookie we find what we could not see—raisins and pecans!
:- Doug.
Don’t decide about a conversation until you have considered it for at least 20 minutes. It may be better not to decide. Let it live or die as it will. I would not decide about a child of mine.
:- Doug.
Picasso is all hard edges, sharp lines, and conspicuous contrasts. How would my paintings (if ever I painted) display me? How could that inform—how does it inform—my writing? From this imaginary contrast, how can we pull finer tones from our conversations?
:- Doug.