Sunday, June 22, 2025
in medias res
Latin: in the midst of things.
May we make the best of our times lastingly as events go by
in days becoming years.
Saturday, June 21, 2025
journaling: ephemerality certified
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.
Friday, June 20, 2025
spring 2025
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.
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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