Our uprightness is in every tree,
rocks divide themselves
between the throwable and the not,
the future is always ahead.
The aluminum poles are cold, the cat warm, the plate clean. Really? Yes. These human facts reverberate with meanings that run deep into our personal yet common histories.
rocks divide themselves
between the throwable and the not,
the future is always ahead.
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Michael Benedikt. For an Architecture of Reality. New York: Lumen, 1987.
I found a tiny plastic cow torn irrevocably from some child's hand (even if the effort of being thrown was once there) in the tide of plastic and windblown bits and bobs of trash and branch alike caused by the storm along my pond. it was perched upright next to other mostly unrecognizable objects, yet the cow being whole somehow burst out with meaning amidst the chaos. perhaps it escaped from your farm to remind me that we are all connected, and yes, just being alive is enough.
i guess i often stumble with seeking for some overarching, connected meaning, and yet i realize slowly that the meaning and connection are all here waiting to be embraced.
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