August 29, 2017 at 9:37 pm Leave a comment

That’s where I approximately am.  I am thinking, rather intensely, it’s just that the thought is rarely in terms [solely] of words and presumable language.  More than that at this level of thought no one else wants to hear it, in my 50 years or so of experience.


And then I rediscover how much more I can hear–and even think–if I avoid words, except in poems and the occasional tidbit.  I’m also finally studying ubuntu and going toward a good position to basically challenge for a master’s in some skyence typo science or other.

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