Be like water: flow down to the river. Where you pray because prayer matters. The uneasy union (prayer, matter). Not dualism because our -it- is everything.
Are the ones we've lost still accessible because all time is accessible in some substrate/subterranean way? Under its skin, maybe?
Or are the ones we've lost still here because anything that's lived rates that? There isn't abiogenesis because we are what we are and (in some hedged way?) always have been. So, they're unlost?
How water is all water, how you are of me, and what I assume you shall assume because that makes an ass of you and me.
(A philosophical ass man. Cosmogony of the universe as an ass. A donkey, for the save. How donkeys are all donkey, all the time.)
We'll be like water. How it changes and returns. Because this moment (with you at x age and me at y) stacks frozen in itself, until it's different moments with different concerns. And the same ones.
Good time to be in Phoenix for metaphor purposes. But I'm only in Scottsdale.
