"No permanence is ours; we are a wave that flows to fit whatever form it finds."
Herman Hesse
I am not sure how long to make this.
I have been skimming Keith Hamon's recent post:
"The Viscosity of Rhizo14".
I feel that I should excuse myself.
SKIMMING
across
the
surface.
WHY?
Should I be deep?
"Plus ça change - Plus c'est la même chose."
Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr
A
WORD
There are words...
OBJECT(S)
We are stuck on objects.
WORDS.
OBJECTS.
WE ARE STUCK ON OUR OUTLINES.
WE ARE STUCK ON THESE OUTLINES.
THESE WORDS.
THESE OBJECTS.
I was skimming a Mariana Funes' recent post on her DoubleMirror blog.
MIRROR
OPENNESS
IN
EDUCATION
-
Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.
I am fixed in an outline in a pool.
I feel that I should excuse myself.
SKIMMING
across
the
surface.
WHY?
Should I be deep?
"Plus ça change - Plus c'est la même chose."
Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr
“The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said:
"I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.”
WE ARE FIXED
IN
AN
I
CON
CON
VITRUVIAN MAN
da VINCI
“I like the stars.
It's the illusion of permanence, I think.
I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out.
But from here, I can pretend...I can pretend that things last.
I can pretend that lives last longer than moments.
Gods come, and gods go.
Mortals flicker and flash and fade.
Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust.
But I can pretend...”
THERE ARE NO OBJECTS
THERE ARE NO WORDS
THERE IS NO WEB
XYXYXYXYXYXYXYXYXYXYXYXYXYXYXYXYXYXYXYXYXYXYXYXY
THISISIMMATERIAL.
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