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linuxgal wrote:
> SG wrote:
>> uncited wrote:
>> 
>>> Chopping up ideas and thoughts,
>>> to see of what they consist,
>>> eventually there may appear
>>> something that is not-thought
>>> and is no-idea.
>> 
>> Like dismantling a car made of lego blocks. It takes no time at all to
>> go from car to no-car.
>> 
>
>Still, we say the car "passed on" to avoid offending sensibilities.

Reminds me of Zz's wife.

Except the lego car was more
of a white horse kinda fabrication.

Were an atom of gold to be divided
what remains would no longer be gold.

.................

'When Chuang Tzu’s wife died, his friend Hui Tzu came to offer his
condolences and found Chuang Tzu hunkered down, drumming on a potter
pan and singing.

Hui Tzu said, “You lived with her, raised children with her, and grew
old together. Even weeping is not enough, but now you are drumming and
singing. Is it a bit too much?”
             Chuang Tzu said, “That is not how it is. When she just
died, how could I not feel grief? But I looked deeply into it and saw
that she was lifeless before she was born. She was also formless and
there was not any energy. Somewhere in the vast imperceptible universe
there was a change, an infusion of energy, and then she was born into
form, and into life. Now the form has changed again, and she is dead.
Such death and life are like the natural cycle of the four seasons. My
dead wife is now resting between heaven and earth. If I wail at the
top of my voice to express my grief, it would certainly show a failure
to understand what is fated. Therefore I stopped.”  (Chapter 18)'

..........

Metaphorically Zz's wife was golden.
She was stardust. Still, she is.

In a garden of ideas
many seeds of thought may take root.
Some have thorns. Some are creepy,
like little kitten feet in a fog.