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"Words and articulate speech are wonderful inventions—still in their infancy." - W.R. Bion
I can see how the moth and the butterfly appear in myth and folktale as symbols of the abstract. The wind appears to the curious an immaterial power whose substance is never visible. And a life so free and so fitted to flitting about as a butterfly is a child of the whirlwind.
"Male elk whistle the whirlwind to control the cows; bull bison mate by pawing whirlwinds in the dust; Eagle and the flying things embody it. Bear lives on moth larvae and generates his introspection in the coccooning of the hibernation cave." — Roy Wagner
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Fernando Pessoa:
“Everything that man pronounces or expresses is a marginal note in a text that has been totally erased. From the meaning of the note, we can more or less work out the meaning of that vanished text, but there is always a doubt, and many possible meanings.”
Mystacides sepulchralis, the black dancer, performs an aspect of its mating dance. A mysterious figure with a fitting name.
Would the prolific cease to be the prolific if it did not have the myco heterotroph to receive the excess of its sugar? Shasta, California
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By Awe: "The question is not what you look at, but what you see." — Thoreau
"Cornell speaks of being 'plunged in world of happiness in which every triviality is imbued with significance'." — Charles Simic, We Comprehend by Awe, Dime-Store Alchemy: The Art of Joseph Cornell (1992)
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That citation is from Terence's The Eunuch:
'nihilo plus agas / quam si des operam ut cum ratione insanias'
'If you try to impose certainty on uncertainty by reason, you'd achieve no more than if you set about going insane by reason.'
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Every Tom must have his moment. It's already gone before it's reported. A Tom was. He had his moment.
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Without knowing: "I seem to speak, it is not I, about me, it is not about me … What am I to do, what shall I do? How proceed? By aporia? … I say aporia without knowing what it means.” — Samuel Beckett, Unnamable
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RIP Dale Pendell (1947-2018). Like Jenny Diski and Oliver Sacks, he wrote about his dying. He called his notes on dying Pharmako/Thanatos, where Pharmako is the gift and the poison, and Thanatos is our end. xitter.cf/faustroll/status/94358…
"Listen: give as much energy and focus as you can find for poetry and art, for music and science."
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