The Solutions http://www.alansondheim.org/facerec.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/facerec.mp4 (thru O'Reilly) the inelegant solutions of passing on, passing by. Angela, by the way , came by, and complained about them (the spreadsheets ). My voice engaged her, we shared the same sonorous space , it was glorious. We made do - this is all we have achieved, yes, again, it was glorious, inelegant, but glorious, however clumsy or doubtful. Incontrovertibly, we wanted this!!! That sounds like, still sounds like, the truth . The better it was, the worse; the worse it was, the better, we settled for the latter. I realize this is all indescribably inelegant, and gloriously (that word again) inexact... inexact... things truth voice walls way word the stream. Has the writing been lost? They do everything to encourage that. When we're hurt we withdraw, because things are triggering everything in sight - now again, inadvertently, we remain outside the walls . We look up, the walls. My voice engages the space which shares the same acoustics of what might have been heard, had they been listening. Mindfully, mind you, all those exercises we tried, we heeded, through ignorance. There were only the inelegant solutions of passing on, passing by. Angela , by the way, came by, and complained about them (the spreadsheets ). My voice engaged her, we shared the same sonorous space, it was glorious. We made do - this is all we have achieved, yes, again, it was glorious, inelegant, but glorious, however clumsy or doubtful. Incontrovertibly, we wanted this!!! That sounds like, still sounds like, the truth . The better it was, the worse; the worse it was, the better, we settled for the latter. I realize this is all indescribably inelegant, and gloriously (that word again) inexact... inexact... triggering everything in sight - now again, inadvertently, we remain outside the walls . We look up, the walls. My voice engages the space which shares the same acoustics of what might have been heard, had they been listening. Mindfully, mind you, all those exercises we tried, we heeded, through ignorance. There were only the inelegant solutions of passing on, passing by. Angela , by the way, came by, and complained about them (the spreadsheets ). My voice engaged her, we shared the same sonorous space, it was glorious. We made do - this is all we have achieved, yes, again, it was glorious, inelegant, but glorious, however clumsy or doubtful. Incontrovertibly, we wanted this!!! That sounds like, still sounds like, the truth . The better it was, the worse; the worse it was, the better, we settled for the latter. I realize this is all indescribably inelegant, and gloriously (that word again) inexact... inexact... the stream. Has the writing been lost? They do everything to encourage that. When we're hurt we withdraw, because things are triggering everything in sight - now again, inadvertently, we remain outside the walls. We look up, the walls. My voice engages the space which shares the same acoustics of what might have been heard, had they been listening. Mindfully, mind you, all those exercises we tried, we heeded, through ignorance. There were only the inelegant solutions of passing on, passing by. Angela, by the way, came by, and complained about them (the spreadsheets ). My voice engaged her, we shared the same sonorous space, it was glorious. We made do - this is all we have achieved, yes, again, it was glorious, inelegant, but glorious, however clumsy or doubtful. Incontrovertibly, we wanted this!!! That sounds like, still sounds like, the truth . The better it was, the worse; the worse it was, the better, we settled for the latter. I realize this is all indescribably inelegant, and gloriously (that word again) inexact... inexact... of their presence or absence, of their place, their world, their biome, of their proximity, of their urgency, their thought, of their sadness or exaltation, of their coming forth and their going forth, of their passing, of their being, of among them, seeing and hearing, movement of water, within and without the tide, of their listening and comfort, of the water passing, the comfort of water, their being, plural and singular, solitary and communal - The picture or thing doesn't fall apart, _it's corrupted,_ speaks inexactly, the level is rising inexorably. In the industrialized countries, aging will insure, inexorably in cost; the gap between black and white inexorably driven by forces of damping effect; later, water, we'd drowned as if making lists, but to a wrong address I inadvertently entered in one or another spreadsheet, you know how it is, and the presence never answered. Voices are often muffled, almost inaudible, a lot vision even if nothing "comes inadvertently." We learn to expect things. We read, we swim against the stream. Has the writing been lost? They do everything to encourage that. When we're hurt we withdraw, because things are triggering everything in sight - now again, inadvertently, we remain outside the walls. We look up, the walls. My voice engages the space which shares the same acoustics of what might have been heard, had they been listening. Mindfully, mind you, all those exercises we tried, we heeded, through ignorance. There were only the inelegant solutions of passing on, passing by. Angela, by the way, came by, and complained about them (the spreadsheets). My voice engaged her, we shared the same sonorous space, it was glorious. We made do - this is all we have achieved, yes, again, it was glorious, inelegant, but glorious, however clumsy or doubtful. Incontrovertibly, we wanted this!!! That sounds like, still sounds like, the truth. The better it was, the worse; the worse it was, the better, we settled for the latter. I realize this is all indescribably inelegant, and gloriously (that word again) inexact... inexact... _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] https://lists.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
