Perhaps the written word is a stone that tells us that it has nothing at all to tell us
Whereas maybe the ever-shifting currents of the spoken word are most readily found in the disorderly commotion of a moth
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Liz--I love the line "disorderly commotion of a moth"...so tiny, so flustered, those moth wings.
ReplyDeleteGreat blog -- wonderful crystalizations of order/disorder.
ReplyDeleteI have always been drawn more to the uncertainties, the numinous qualities of not-knowing. What a beautiful and inspiring blog!
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading!
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