March 08th, 2013

3/8/2013

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I open the blind to a white world--trees
furry with snow, a white curtain falling
endlessly, silently, silence's ease
filling the air, muffling, coating, calming.


Each life is the world again, an effort,
perhaps, to perfect our kind--our failures
the way we evolve, the way we're measured,
how we discover our human nature.
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Allan DiBiase
3/9/2013 09:21:21 pm

As long as we live we cannot escape the fact that through our conduct we make our nature.

One way of measuring truths in this making is to size up our nature in relation to the greater Nature that's our home.

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ed hack link
3/9/2013 09:43:11 pm

But doesn't our conduct express our nature? What else could the origin of one's conduct be? One would have to escape this circle for the first sentence to be true.

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Allan DiBiase
3/9/2013 10:05:12 pm

As we express our natures we are also making them.

I think one fact does not exclude others. In fact, I'm sure there are many. Isn't the notion of "an origin" (in the singular) more myth than fact?

Some facts are escapable But not this one I think. It is a ordinary truism that if we ignore it.....we live in untruth.

Allan DiBiase
3/9/2013 10:16:30 pm

Yesterday I met Sue, mid-80's at least, at the Post Office. She lives down the road from us and we serve on a local arts board of directors. We're having a meeting in a neighboring town, about 40 minutes away, on Thursday evening. So I offered to pick Sue up and drop her off although she lives in the "wrong direction" from the meeting.

Later in a confirming email she wrote: "As my aunt Molly Balch (of Diamond Ledge Rd) used to say, "Never check a generous impulse!"

I read this as a series of mutual expressions between us by which we are also making ourselves.

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Allan DiBiase
3/9/2013 10:16:36 pm

Yesterday I met Sue, mid-80's at least, at the Post Office. She lives down the road from us and we serve on a local arts board of directors. We're having a meeting in a neighboring town, about 40 minutes away, on Thursday evening. So I offered to pick Sue up and drop her off although she lives in the "wrong direction" from the meeting.

Later in a confirming email she wrote: "As my aunt Molly Balch (of Diamond Ledge Rd) used to say, "Never check a generous impulse!"

I read this as a series of mutual expressions between us by which we are also making ourselves.

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Allan DiBiase
3/9/2013 10:16:51 pm

Yesterday I met Sue, mid-80's at least, at the Post Office. She lives down the road from us and we serve on a local arts board of directors. We're having a meeting in a neighboring town, about 40 minutes away, on Thursday evening. So I offered to pick Sue up and drop her off although she lives in the "wrong direction" from the meeting.

Later in a confirming email she wrote: "As my aunt Molly Balch (of Diamond Ledge Rd) used to say, "Never check a generous impulse!"

I read this as a series of mutual expressions between us by which we are also making ourselves.

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