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Date: 27 Oct 2003
Time: 14:16:29 -0600
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Hey Tyson! You did not exactly answer the question, but I liked your answer anyway and I think I get your drift if not your direction. Glad you had a better weekend than I did. It is amazing how thinking you have just totalled your beloved car of 291,000 miles helps you both exercise your vocabulary (at least now I know how to answer James Liptons question) and get a little more zen about life. And then I spent one day worried most of the time that I was unknowingly stringing someone along and only gave the view a passing glance. ......But who says exploring is not the perfect time to analyze and turn things over in your mind? Movement and thought seem to go together, somehow, at least for me. Some of my best ideas come on airplanes. Did you know that when you add two equal but opposite things together you get zero, which is just a point with a little space inside, surrounded completely with more space? I suspect that it is really just a speck, seeking to expand&&When you mention DO, you arent talking about becoming a Doctor of Osteopathy, are you? And, you know, there are some words I just do not get - ones like faith and jealousy. I must have a blind spot about the latter. I just do not see the point of it. How on earth did love get tied up with possessions and being possessive? It always leads me to thinking of the analogy of letting the bird go free to see what it does and if it comes back to you. We never seem to look at both sides of the equation, that in the time it takes for the bird to circle and return, the hands and heart of the liberator may already be full or closed. Maybe that is why they say that idle hands are the work of the devil. (And yes, we all know plenty of people on this planet who have the attention span of a two year old and as soon as their hands were empty would be reaching for the next shiny object.) ..... But on the bright side, now I have an inkling of why I always picture you in a concrete bunker with these outrageous splashes of yellow and orange colored flowers on the stark walls behind you - an underground meadow. Hope this finds you, and finds you well. Gee, I am glad this isnt a postcard, cuz I dont think I could write that small. P.S. And if the glass you broke happened to be a glass ceiling, its about time!