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Nov.11.2012
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Do they choose to die for such beautiful revelation? Why does the tree allow it?
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Nov.07.2012
I keep trying to use my car door opener to unlock the front door of my home. I get the big picture but the details elude me. Then again, maybe some time it will work. Never underestimate the power of positive delusion.  
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Nov.04.2012
My Very Short Novel The Marriage Gift is now available for Amazon's Kindle. Any readers of this blog suspecting latent seriousness of purpose on my part can now be reassured.
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Nov.03.2012
Closer to death than birth. Closer to past than future. Closer to death then birth. Closer to past then future.  
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Nov.02.2012
Some of us are a little slower.
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Oct.31.2012
From Canto 33, Dante's Paradiso: Qual è ’l geomètra che tutto s’affigeper misurar lo cerchio, e non ritrova,pensando, quel principio ond’ elli indige, tal era io a quella vista nova:veder voleva come si convennel’imago al cerchio e come vi s’indova; ma non eran da ciò le proprie penne:se non che...
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Oct.28.2012
Even when the power goes out, I open a book and it still works. How do they do that?  
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Oct.26.2012
it happened.
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Oct.22.2012
Worry is the thief who steals today for tomorrow.
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Oct.19.2012
My mother asked me this today. She has dementia, and often now can't find the word she wants, so she will substitute one that to her has some relation, either by meaning or sound. Or sometimes I think it may be the right word and I just can't understand the context. "It's here," I said.  
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Oct.17.2012
I was with my mother today and we were quiet together, just listening to piano music. She would turn to me every once in a while and her eyes were so clear and peaceful, and it reminded me of this by Yeats: And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of...
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Oct.16.2012
From Oscar Wilde, I learned how to be inimitable.
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Oct.14.2012
I was in Starbucks today with my usual vanilla latte, sitting by the front window and checking email on my phone. There was some music playing, Starbucks music, coffeehouse music, four or five instruments, somewhat eclectic, part-classical, part Braveheart. And it occurred to me that in the easy...
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Oct.13.2012
Straight on till morning.
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Oct.09.2012
gets dizzy.
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