[click image]It was just dismal and cold all day, although my neighbor said it was 26° here this morning, which is a thing not done in late March, dismal or not. I got up at least five times to go for a brisk walk, and each time it started to rain, threaten to rain hard, before I was twenty feet from my front door. So I turned around to come back in and wait it out, but it wouldn't materialize and I'd set off again. So. I have the power, as Old Uncle Dave would say. I should have determined to take my garbage out and bring my recycling to the public bin, unfavorite activities despite my pride whenever I just do them without whining about it. Then it would have cleared.
I was dreaming quite intensely about clarifying the efficacy of love over fear in the great leaps forward we have to make as a species on Planet Earth this morning, and in my dream I was positive I could make the distinction so clear to you that you'd never be the same again. I mean I was positive as in the greatest epiphany sense. Think of your most shattering ah-ha moment and that's the kind of positive I was.
I was just commenting over at Ann's place on the subject of creative genius, and how it is of our own minds, though we tend to think it comes from outside us or beyond us, from somewhere deeply mysterious. In fact it comes from nowhere. It comes from us. It comes from our true minds, but from the mind that exists pre-language. It is the reason language was invented, the urge to communicate understanding, thoughts, that are so native we no longer, if we ever did, realize they're not words, or shapes, or colors, or musical notes: these are what we use to try to express them. They're not images and they are not sounds and they are not text.
My dreaming of clarifying for you something so crucial was of that mind. So. I'm sunk.
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