Stopped and stared
In Nachmanovitch’s Free Play last evening I ran across the notion that the purpose of literature is not to prove nor sell but to invite thinking. I stopped running and stared. Yes! That is what I have been about in this book. To vex people into thinking. Together.
Thus, having written it is enough. It is play, and that is its purpose.
Is it to be lasting? What lasts? Nothing forever. What did the cave painters communicate? But they do speak to us. There is a thread.
Threads are pregnant. We are their children. Gestating.
Play with me. Think.
:- Doug.
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