Tuesday, February 3, 2015

In a Nut Shell

In the beginning there was only the experience.
The simple joy of sensation

Suddenly an object
Remarked upon
Imprisoned by observation

Then remarking about the remarks
So far from the point it was entirely hidden
By its own obscurity

The essential joy of being alive

Reduced to this

"She scheduled time in her calendar to be present."

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