Dizzy is a sensation. It’s there because we acknowledge its existence. If you say you’re dizzy, I believe you, though it isn’t measured. Folks measure brain wave activity, though what it’s like is understood first hand. We’re inclined to have faith in another person’s assertion that he or she feels a particular way, but talk of fantastical feats aren’t taken as truths (depending on who is asked).
I climbed an invisible ladder to Mars.
03/15/12 He thought someone might take his picture.
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Traveling with folks unknown, we’re none the wiser. The boundary between us and them and you and I is as determined as our choices – not much. The sensation of ownership of we hold as our selves suggests control. Of course we’re along with the flow. There’s a focal point.
03/15/12 Sing to me, kind stranger.
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A man sits alone; nothing wrong there. The wrong begins when the man does something that the majority of folks would agree is wrong. Wrong by popularity. Wrong is elected. We vote wrong in.
03/15/12 Did I turn on the neighbors?
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