Memory's like a trip to Japan..........an impetus for change and simplification.... [ then, another book idea....."the zen of clutter" or "the glut of Zen" ]..... organizing memories into digital files and tossing the paperwork.....20 cubic yards into a mobile hard drive.......now, to the warehouse for a viewing of the stones that weight my life in an even more dramatic way.......What, a question not a subject, can be removed to produce a higher aesthetic, a clearer vie w of unobfuscated life ?.... Yet, there's the fear of emptiness hovering over the accumulation of particles which eventually form a giant, moving in an ever more fixed orbit about its dying sun....and i feel that you and you are a million miles away, then when we speak or see, the closeness beckons then falls away like a ghost from dreams that calls from the past......yet, again, when i turn to its yearning, it vanishes to another world.... The wrens have devoured a large bag of seeds ...