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  • louise
    Whoops, sorry, spelling mistake. Verb form should read, practises . ... animal, ... confirms ... an ... have ... he ... We ... physical ... what ... divine
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      Whoops, sorry, spelling mistake. Verb form should read, 'practises'.

      --- In existlist@yahoogroups.com, "louise" <hecubatoher@...> wrote:
      >
      > Mary, you are far from recognising me. Unbored, uncivilised
      animal,
      > seeking same. Likes debate, futuristic verse, practices primitive
      > medicine and plays loud music. The hasty think I'm just an
      > adolescent. It is so sunny here. Cold, though. Patient Louise
      >
      > --- In existlist@yahoogroups.com, "mariaprophetessa"
      > <mariaprophetessa@> wrote:
      > >
      > > Well Louise, you're hereabouts, as am I. Found this particular
      > grain
      > > of quicksand you might appreciate:
      > >
      > > ~I don't believe death is the final tenderness for death
      confirms
      > > the wisdom of choices that seek to exalt solitude. I overheard
      an
      > > old lady tell her companion: "One of the unexpected delights of
      > > parenthood is the reversal of being put to bed by a child." I
      have
      > > asked many among you whether I am naive to believe love need not
      > be
      > > solipsistic. The man I love replied, No. So I have come this far
      > to
      > > discover the beauty within a cloud chamber: the traces of
      > > intersecting trajectories. For the man I love quoted Emerson as
      he
      > > held me tight: "The health of the eye always demands a horizon.
      We
      > > are never tired so long as we can see far enough." I believe the
      > man
      > > I love was telling me: "Do not fear the distance between
      physical
      > > objects. Learn how detachment includes."~
      > >
      > > by Eileen R. Tabios
      > > "Beginning Lucidity"
      > > from "Reproductions of the Empty Flagpole"
      > > Marsh Hawk Press, New York 2002
      > >
      > > Mary
      > >
      > >
      > > --- In existlist@yahoogroups.com, "louise" <hecubatoher@> wrote:
      > > >
      > > > Well, it's been rather quiet hereabouts for a night and a day,
      > not
      > > > that 'hereabouts' seems to have any spatial reality beyond
      what
      > > > agreement there may be, among existlist readers, to imagine
      > > > another's experience, message by message. Perilous endeavour,
      > > > anyway. Is that true of everything worthwhile? I think of
      > fancy
      > > as
      > > > somewhat voluntary, shaped, willed, by contrast with the
      divine
      > > > spontaneity of imagination. Time is both destructive and
      > > creative:
      > > > whatever compels, also destroys. Perhaps fancy by-passes
      > > > compulsion, whereas imagination is entirely free. Occupying
      > these
      > > > thoughts subjectively, as I do, they are not abstract for me.
      I
      > > > guess it really is not my responsibility, in the end, how they
      > are
      > > > received by other minds. Ethics demand of us the good motive,
      > the
      > > > willingness to be aware, to know what is germane to the
      > argument,
      > > or
      > > > to be willing to learn. In referring to 'us', I intend
      > inclusion
      > > of
      > > > any who are convinced by my limited statement here, of what
      > > > responsibility requires. This is so very far from politics,
      the
      > > > acme of compulsion, it seems. Like generalisation, the acme
      of
      > > > danger. This cannot be England, rather a more mystical
      entity.
      > I
      > > > sense quicksand, that does not kill. Sinking rapidly, eager
      to
      > > > discover what lies below the surface, I wave a rapid goodbye.
      > > >
      > > > louise
      > > >
      > >
      >
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