Oct 2

space

dear reader,

if space is love

[the nectar between notes]

what becomes interesting

is whether selfless love

is possible

what’s this now?

well if it ain’t ol John Galt. this now is the idea that the way we manifest the decision of how to exemplify love in a moment comes from the self. so how can it ever be selfless? how can even the most empathetic of love be anything more than a selfish guess? say it another way.

well let’s stick with the imagery of finding nectar between the notes. i framed the space, put those notes there, and i can only do that from the pencil marks of how I see fit.

remember fun?

i remember that magnolia trees are one of the most ancient flowering plants with varieties older than the evolution of bees. They emit no fragrance and are pollinated by an equally ancient comradery with beetles. i remember the power of earthworms tilling and transforming the surface of the whole earth slowly over time.

and what does that remembrance feel like?

he’s in hot water so I’ll toss it in the form of a hot potato to Neil Gaiman.

it feels like when there’s a disturbance in the realm of the Dreaming.

like an eruption of a kind whose quake hasn’t arrived yet.

yup. consider an eruption versus a settling.

don't boss.

if i didn't boss, we'd be dead.