Neither was acquainted
Conversation sets about opening spaces and possibilities with which neither of us was acquainted.
:- Doug.
Archive for May 25th, 2024
Footprints in the Windsm # 2340–A stew never fully made
Footprints in the Windsm # 2340
The work of a conversation cannot be known ahead. We find it as it goes. More precisely it and we find one another. Even more precisely, we find us together in this stew. Still more precisely, we make this stew—out of us. Into us. If we don’t get somehow lost, this stew is not fully made. We expect never to be fully made: We do not understand a word like transformation.
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Walking up to a curtain
Going forth toward meeting is like walking up to a curtain. You see a mere sliver of this one’s life. Perhaps the curtain parts with the breezes and you get more whiffs. You can poke holes to try to catch more, to hear more, to taste. Or you can walk away—those aromas do not call to you, even push you away. The curtain might be fabric, or fog, or forest. The curtain may not move easily. Your timing is off—you look as the curtain closes. Little do either of you know that this is how you appear to your other. Even less obviously, this is how you appear to yourself. I cannot see my own back, whether the hairs there have all turned white. You cannot see your own eyes (for your mirror reverses them); you cannot hear your own voice with fidelity. All we can ever do is poke more holes.
:- Doug.
