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.