Thoughts flicker through my semi-sleeping mind during the night as I think of things to say here. As if it were of some importance. lol. But I do think on it.
One of the things I was talking with my grandson about a couple days ago were artifacts in language, which don't actually mean anything. He is in a position in life where it is very important for me to communicate real meaning to him. He thinks communism is some kind of answer. So I fight on.
The used to say "What is the sound of one hand clapping", right?
Then I would say "What is the sound of one duck quacking". Because you can say all kinds of stuff, arrange words on a page, but there is no meaning there. I pray to reflect meaning to him, and he does listen to me.
But then I am distracted by the impossible beauty.
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