autumn 2025

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Good-bye autumn.

I expected to share new discussions before today, but my path got more bushy than I anticipated. The clearing can be seen, but I’m not there yet. Wilderness, you know.

Really: My prospecting goes where it feels good to go, which gets very complicated. But what’s apt to share online should be easily accessible. That challenge is another world.

And my optimism about sharing more soon tends to delude itself about “soon.”

Sorry (and not), but (and because) the clearing is seen, which looks to be fun.

Welcome, winter!

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Nov. 28

The long-viewed Project of a life sprouts from aspiring.

Decades later, its actualized aspiration may gain conception retrospectively: what the aspiration really was in light of the aspiring.

That wouldn’t be about what aspiration actually yielded; rather, what can be said of aspiration as such, aspiring as such, relative to so many years.

I’m getting close to a conception which satisfies me, but not there yet.

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October 10

In times of tyranny, one turns to art, emigrates internally up to that resort. Trump unwittingly teaches how that happened in Germany.
But the art of futuring hope must rise beyond resilience.

Meanwhile, there’s too much to understand!

So, writing becomes promissory post cards about venturing to share.

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