faire la navette
running right back to the flo jo
what do you know the fingers they never forget a good run i take them
out once in a while to enjoy the hair standing on edge in the sunshine
in an eternal celebration it is another tremndously wonderful day to be
alive. i figure all that is a little on the sensitive side but i have
this drive to tell you just how it is from this side of the
intersubjectivity. i dream not of desire but of realisation, bringing
something into the real, moving from imaginisation to realisation. tell
me what else have we got? what else have we, but these ideas and
emotions? do we even have them? perhaps not. perhaps they are no more
real than our dreams and, our dreams are no more real than our worlds.
perhaps these dreams, these emotions, these ideas, are there in the day
just as the sunshine and conversation and the rhythm of walking and the
circulation are there in the day.