Other people's realities. Words become contours.
Riley M. Sinder
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>> It's funny that everyone loves agreed upon objective
>> reality... when all they've really got to go on for most
>> of it is their own experience of the words other people
>> have said.
John Konopak writes:
would it be too
too prosaic here to remind us all of
(i think it was)
Seneca who noticed that
(unfortunately paraphrasing)
reality isn't what we see
it's what we have names for
amid all
that is present to awareness?
Stoically yours,
JohnK
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It was a good year for the crew of the good ship CatsEye. For
they had found one great, round healthy with giant rings.
And, even closer to that new sun, they found another round
healthy with one giant red eye that persisted despite all the
swirls of passion in its upper atmosphere.
And the next round healthy that they found was Mars. It
glowed a healthy red.
And the great blue healthy that they found was so blue--except
where the snows came across its face.
Now the crew of the CatsEye did not have a name for the
situation under the clouds that they called "the snows" where
there lived so many creatures that the CatsEye vocabulary
would be exhausted to give them all distinguishing names.
For it was one living creature, the Earth. And the crew of
the CatsEye had given up long ago the unending task of giving
each individual shape and variation of parasite a new name.
[["conjunction of the (never known) round healthies," courtesy
e.e. cummings, 10 Unauthorized Poems.]]
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Riley M. Sinder red...@netcom.com