the old rusted cast iron.
Langer: the close to irresistible urge to give Words, to contain with words, the amount of words it takes to
not
give things words……..
the Thing still of the SunFlowers. that "statement" of Theirs…NOT coming from my mind or somehow inspired by it, but truly separate from me. coming from Other. Of Them. and not in
words
words take time. a sentence takes time. Why aren't we enough? at least 4 seconds?…but how it was was immediate, the whole thing, a flash. an Impression? Is this how Goats think?, animals think? instantaneous impressions of ? How do brains experience without words?
i can not find an answer, ie: understand and "come up " with an answer…it's not possible for what this Is.
it's just living it. a Happening. and when it Happens, take it in. It comes as an experience, which Happens when things are
"aligned"? ?? HAPPENS is the Key. and again,
What if It is there all along and i missed it, KEEP missing IT…It being, the chance of a lifetime.
late. Dusk. time is tilting in. finished giving water and went up to where Bill's father Lee's old chair is, all the things that are there , to get the tall enamel pot and it…..Still Had Sludge In It….this would be from 2018….
before thinking, i poured it out………..i wish i hadn't….what kind of WHAT might have been in there???????
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