We inhabit several times at once. This is the great paradox of consciousness, because it truly exists only when there is memory and imagination. That is why who we are is a blend of past, present, and future. Consciousness is a fleeting moment when all of time stops to say hello to us
The land of both/and...both the most habitable place and sometimes the hardest to hold. I feel this, Jonathan. Been thinking of you and your upcoming return to work.
Thank you, Keith. Coincidentally, when I was writing "These Flowing Fountains," I located a poem in Sweet Spot that also mentions "both/and." The poem is "Sunrise Solo Sestina" (pp. 630-631) and the line is, "Long before either/or turned into both/and." I was pondering that when I came across your comment here.
We inhabit several times at once. This is the great paradox of consciousness, because it truly exists only when there is memory and imagination. That is why who we are is a blend of past, present, and future. Consciousness is a fleeting moment when all of time stops to say hello to us
I like your take on this, Rolando — thank you
Whoa. Thank you for this.
Thank you and you’re welcome 🙏
A calm reflection that holds the beauty of the present without ignoring what’s anticipated. It’s a delicate balance. <3
Thank you, Petra
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The land of both/and...both the most habitable place and sometimes the hardest to hold. I feel this, Jonathan. Been thinking of you and your upcoming return to work.
Thank you, Keith. Coincidentally, when I was writing "These Flowing Fountains," I located a poem in Sweet Spot that also mentions "both/and." The poem is "Sunrise Solo Sestina" (pp. 630-631) and the line is, "Long before either/or turned into both/and." I was pondering that when I came across your comment here.
Wow! Cosmic choreography strikes again. ✨
I love this:
"And yet I also exist
In this beautiful present tense"
Thank you, Margaret Ann