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Reflections at night when the dark is good and we see farther. A short meditation.
"A silent conjunction between what one thinks and what has been thought."


Brief Tales on a Whim.
There is nothing more pitiful than the storyteller without his stories.


Meditations on the 60th Anniversary of Hiroshima What would the end of the world entail? Do we boast that we can imagine such a thing?


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In the apprenticeship period hopes are high.
"But then, who will save us from our own crimes?"


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"Is the perception symmetrical? A lot of hard experience goes into perceiving something rightly. And then come the flow of information, the ill-wind that he always said to tame. 'Tame it through study.' That's what he said, I remember very distinctly."

"What was a year in the mind but a series of best impressions out of a mudhole of impressions? What was a year but our attentions on what was important?"

"Oh you and the year. And then ten years. And then twenty five years. And then 50 and finally 100. What did it prove but the mind flies when it is ready to."

"It flies when it is properly trained."

"Vast skies of impressions but a hearty weight in the soul that contains the substance."

"After the turbulence there is a new angle of attack."

"And comes parenthesis filled with adventurous men and women."

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"So how did he do it through those decades. Just a small nest of people interested yet at it when he could with all eyes and heart!"

"He was crazy."

"No doubt, no doubt. He even said it on more than one occasion. They wanted to hear it from him but were dumb-struck when he said it or laughed nervously."

"He was patient and learned and let things pass."

"He wasn't into the reward and punishment system."

"It smacked him with a variety of representatives."

"He laughed and cried all the same. After all what is life but our own death as we see fit?"

"Well come on now, no, it is life as we see fit."

"One day I came on him and he was packing up all the decades, all the misery, all the denial. He packed it all up and tied it with worms and tossed it into a short but furious river."

"He wanted memory to speak and trained it to tell the truth. What a rigorous path!"

"No one paid attention to him and yet he was fortified and filled with meaning. Was that comedic or tragic?"

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