in medias res

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Latin: in the midst of things.

May we make the best of our times lastingly as events go by
in days becoming years.

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journaling: ephemerality certified

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Awake. Still alive. Thank goodness.

“Thank goodness,” they say.

“They.”

You, we, begin again because that’s what one does.

“Goodness”! You know what I think about “the” good generally,
which could be furthered at whatever degree of value interests you.

Degree, height, depth, extent.

I write to myself, I write myself.

spring 2025

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summer, whatever…I’m easily distracted from my path (building after the blueprint, protocols) by appeals of newly anticipated prospects
for conceptual cohering. A radiant horizon isn’t good for staying in one locale, you know—though I’ve lived in Berkeley over 45 years.

Getting sidetracked by fascinations may not be optimal for reaching
a given goal, but the eventual reach may be better for it.

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June 17

I’ve begun implementing my long-developed path, completed a week ago (after more than a year of themic design).

But I need a few more days for having a substantial beginning to share online.

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prospecting generative consilience

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On the one hand, I want to give in to creative writing, my specific humanity (so to speak): novel “molecular texting.”  

On the other hand, I want writing to be relative to vital contemporary issues, our general humanity (so to speak): novel “gardening better humanity”.   

Yet, writing to public issues is an externalist kind of molecular texting. Writing with personal license is an internalist kind of bettering humanity (my own, though).

Be it creative play or appealing to general urgency, expressing specific or addressing general humanity, appealing futures draw both.