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 view 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 that I tossed into the yard and rewarded me with their lovely songs....... Yes, it's the Lady, not the Tiger.......But, then, I've not yet opened the door.....
THE HAND-WRESTLING OF IMPOSITION AND ENTROPHY
"The stability of the internal medium is a primary condition for the freedom and independence of certain living bodies in relation to the environment surrounding them." [Claude Bernard, Leçons sur les Phénomènes de la Vie Communs, 1878-1879] Divergent trajectories of parallel systems may lead to entropy, or ultimately....to mathematical systems that seem to reflect order at an incomprehensible level....the illusions of dogma and of science....
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