-- Shade under two thousand. Nineteen hundred and two dollars and ninety cents.
-- Coming or going, the absolute zenith.
-- Is it permitted to differ with Kierkegaard?
-- I dont know. Maybe were not ready?
-- Not only permitted but necessary. If you love him.
-- Poor slovening wretches who but for the goodness of God would --
-- Another day when locust wings are baled for shipment to Singapore, where folks like their little hit of locust-wing tea.
-- Youd think they would.
-- Cant make it. I am a double-minded man.
-- You are mad with hurry.
-- Small boys bumping into small girls, purposefully.
-- Back rubs.
-- Smiting each conscience hip and thigh.
-- Wait.
-- I respect the animals. I admire the animals. But could we contemplate something else?
-- Which allows us to say wounding things to each other which would not be kosher under the ordinary rules of civilized discourse.
-- I said it would be painful.
-- I cant make it.
-- Who can know the subtle workings of His mind? But it seems to be the way events are --
-- Somersaults and duels.
-- Yes, the human mind deserves the greatest respect. Not so good of course as the Divine mind, but not bad.
-- "O Little Town of Bethlehem."
-- He who hath not love is a sad cookie.
-- A try.
-- Whats to think about?
-- Yes.
-- Ought two slash twenty-four cardiopulmonary two ought ought ought ought ought one, forty bucks.
-- Walkin my baby back home.
-- Damn straight.
-- In my view, this will be ameliorated in the near future by the pressure of population growth. Pressure of population growth being such that economic inequality simply cannot endure.
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-- Good God.
-- Thats another thing. The human mind.
-- An unfathomable mystery, at this point. But one which must inevitably succumb to the inexorable forward march of scientific progress.
-- What?
-- Exactly. You can jump either way.
-- You dont just throw them all together into a great big trash bag labeled --
-- Purity of heart is to will one thing.
-- The blue of the sky, against which we find the shocking green of the leaves of the trees.
-- Yes.
-- Each examining his own conscience, rooting out, naming, remembering and re-experiencing every last little cank and wrinkle. Root and branch.
-- I forgot. Love.
-- Today?
-- A wedding day.
-- Might we postpone it?
-- Shes well.
-- Why "breast"?
-- The bill.
-- Yes. We must.
-- God is good and we are but poor wretches who --
-- The pit. Crawling with roaches and other things.
-- Bessie Smith.
-- An acquaintance.
-- Yes. Item 34.
-- What?
-- Intensely. First, we examine our consciences.
-- My God youre right. The human voice.
-- Ought two slash twenty-four electrocardiogram ought two ought ought ought ought one, thirty-five bucks.
-- And the acquaintance?
-- Today.
-- Whats the total?
-- Wait. This will be painful, you know. A bit.
-- No. Here I differ with Kierkegaard. Purity of heart is, rather, to will several things, and not know which is the better, truer thing, and to worry about this, forever.
-- I am a double-minded man. Have always been a double-minded man.
-- Well.
-- We hang by a slender thread.
-- What is it?
-- Spent too much time fooling around. Today we do it.
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-- I wouldnt even want to fathom it. If one fathomed it, who can say what frightful things might thereupon be fathomed?
-- The question of suicide. Self-slaughter. Maybe we ought to think about it?
-- Good God yes. The human mind.
-- The Brie-with-pepper meeting the toasty loaf.
-- Whats Item 34?
-- Much the finest. I can think of nothing remotely comparable.
-- Matter of higher and lower levels of complexity.
-- Another day when the singing sunlight turns you every way but loose.
-- Alice Babs.
-- Cute little babies cracking people up.
-- I concur. This is not to knock the flower.
-- Fathoming such is beyond the powers of poor ravening noodles like ourselves, who but for the --
-- Cant make it, man.
-- Try again another day?
-- Keep on trying?
-- Garden peas yellow or green wrinkling or rounding.
-- Tortures unimaginable, but the worst the torture of knowing it could have been otherwise, had we shaped up.
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-- Is a flower, however beautiful and interesting, comparable to the human mind? I think not.
-- Leibniz. William of Ockham. Maimonides. The Vienna Circle. The Frankfurt School. Manichaeus. Peirce. Occasionalism. A pretty array. I believe Occasionalisms been discredited. But let it stand. It was a nice try, and philosophy, as my dear teacher taught me so long long ago, is not to be regarded as a graveyard of dead systems.
-- I couldnt agree more.
-- Oh my God.
-- So well try again? Okay?
-- Animals give you a lot of warmth. A dog would be an example.
-- Okay.
-- Oh my God, yes. Love. Both human and divine.
-- This is not to say that the beautiful, interesting flower is not, in its own terms, entirely fantastic.
-- Meditate instead on His works? Their magnificence.
-- A prick of conscience.
-- The working of the creative mind.
-- A jug of wine. Then another jug.
-- Praising the animals, then, would not be your first impulse.
-- The leap.
-- Another day when somebody finds a new bone that proves we are even ancienter than we thought we were.
-- Aretha Franklin.
-- Each voice testifying to the greater honor and glory of God, each in its own way.
-- This is the way, walk ye in it. Isaiah 30:21.
-- The trees. "I think that I shall never see slash A poem lovely as a tree."
-- Look at this.
-- Another day when you see a woman with really red hair. I mean really red hair.
-- Take a glass of water, for example. A glass of water is a miraculous thing.
-- Sometimes assuagable by timely masturbation.
-- Thigh and hip. Smite! Smite!
-- Then there are the bad things. Cancer.
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-- Another day when some eighty-four-year-old guy complains that his wife no longer gives him presents.
-- The human mind which is in my judgment the finest of our human achievements.
-- It goes on for miles.
-- Economic inequality.
-- The toast of the earth. Did I ever tell you about that time when I was in Korea and Cardinal Spellman came to see us at Christmas and his plane was preceded by another plane broadcasting sacred music over the terrain? Spraying the terrain as it were with sacred music?
-- When you accidentally notice the sublime.
-- Yes. Another day when the plaid cactus is watered, when the hares-foot fern is watered.
-- Love, which is a kind of permission to come closer than ordinary norms of good behavior might usually sanction.
-- You list them separately.
-- This is the Divine plan?
-- No. I sweat each one. Seriatim.
-- I am cheered by the wine of possibility and the growing popularity of light. Todays the day.
-- An unfathomable mystery.
-- So that those on earth could hear and be edified.
-- Shall we examine our consciences now?
-- Misting the plants together -- the handsome, talented plants.
-- Never to be fathomed.
-- We are but poor lapsarian futiles whose preen glands are all out of whack and who but for the grace of Gods goodness would --
-- Youd think theyd give you the ninety cents.
-- What then?
-- A plain day.
-- Ought two slash twenty-four room four nine one five, a neat one-eighty.
-- I like plants better than animals.
-- Were really going to do it? At last?
-- What about Z.P.G.?
-- Love which awｗw.９9lib.netllows us to live together male and female in small grubby apartments that would only hold one sane person, normally.
-- The fire boils below us.
-- An ideal rather than a social slash political reality.
-- A continuing itch of the mind.
-- Examining perfections, imperfections.
-- Seeds tingling in the barrens and veldts.
-- This being an example of the leap away from faith.
-- An incorrigibly double-minded man.
-- Joan Armatrading.
-- Okay?
-- A walk in the park.
-- Gravediggers working in the cool early morning.
-- Do you think He wants us to grovel quite so much?
-- So Gods creatures, in your opinion, multiplying and multiplying and multiplying as per instruction, will --
-- An unkindness. One of a series. Series long as your arm.
-- Not that we could in a hundred million years exhaust --
-- Whose?
-- Its a sort of if-a-bird-took-one-grain-of-sand-and-flew-all-his-life-and-then-another-bird-took-another-grain-of-sand-and-flew-all-his-life situation.
-- Contemplate only the animals. Restrict the field. Course we got over a million species, so far. New ones being identified every day. Insects, mostly.
-- Why "mouth"?
-- Okay.
-- Das Lied von der Erde.
-- Sweet Emma Barrett the Bell Gal.
-- I dont think He gives a rap. But its traditional.
-- Youre serious.
-- Love, the highest form of human endeavor.
-- I just had a thought.
-- "A tree whose hungry mouth is prest slash Against the earths sweet flowing breast."
-- And another thing. The human voice.
-- I like people better than plants, plants better than animals, paintings better than animals, and music better than animals.