The truth is such that the moment we turn our backs on it it ceases to be the truth that we thought it was. The truth is such that the moment we take our next breath it changes and it changes the breath that we just took. Shadorma November, Day 6 (seven days late....) (...or does that make it six?...)
brilliant
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Thank you, Paul.
Not sure how it happened but I don’t seem to be following you any more. Fixing that now.
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Wow. Love this.
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Thank you, Rebecca.
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how long the moment? how long the moment (dogen might ask) before the moon to inherit moon, so moon is no longer moon, but rather is now moon?
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Indeed, that sounds like just how he would put it.
before, the moon was
just the moon. Then,
the moon was not the
moon. Now, the moon
is just the moon, again.
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Excellent. Has someone been reading Derrida?
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Nah. I tried reading Camera Lucida in my twenties but found it not nearly lucid enough.
Oh, wait. It was probably me that was not lucid enough. I was doing a lot of not very lucid things back then….
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On lucy when Euclid was not pellucid?
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Oh, Lucy was there but she was “In The Sky With Diamonds”.
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I like it – and I like your “Dogenesque” poem above, too.
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I thank you–
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