Thursday, November 19, 2009

Day Eighty-eight

Touching and thought feel re-introduced, re-attached quickly in a series of individual grasps. I name thought after a while and say "Ah, there goes a thought about...." and that interrupts a very quick and complex series of thoughts about whatever the subject is. Tonight it is raining outside. I have a hundred thoughts about the rain, none of them involve actually experiencing or listening to the rain, although some are closer than others. Likewise stone, most thoughts about it are one-off from just feeling.

Finally there is stone and rain for a little while, unattached, needing no introduction.

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