There is no distinct message other than perhaps to be present to life, to demonstrate that to the grandchildren, to challenge them to be present and all of us to bend the arc. :- Doug.

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out of immediacy

Posted on January 21, 2021 by dgermann

The 300 years gets us out of immediacy, stretches our thinking, makes it useful, and meaningful. :- Doug.

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Being present 300 years

Posted on January 21, 2021 by dgermann

Perhaps the very act of being present to our own lives is what will be most needful and most useful to those alive in 300 years. :- Doug.

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Maybe sleep

Posted on January 20, 2021 by dgermann

Maybe sleep evades our grasping pursuing Rather pours over us honey fog :- Doug.

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The tracks we make upon our times are faint, faint Did our parents take us to Washington in 1962 or 1963 or 1964? There are no longer any records and who can open those computer files from a decade ago? … Continue reading →

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A message

Posted on January 20, 2021 by dgermann

A message For the Grandchildren. :- Doug.

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Prospective ancestors

Posted on January 19, 2021 by dgermann

Who am I working for? Prospective ancestors :- Doug.

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Only after do we become conscious

Posted on January 19, 2021 by dgermann

Our conversation invents—only after do we become conscious from it, make intention. :- Doug.

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A question, a story, a poem

Posted on January 19, 2021 by dgermann

How do I stand at the threshold of a conversation with the generations? A question, a story, a poem. :- Doug.

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Can a grandchild not make poetry?

Posted on January 18, 2021 by dgermann

How old is a grandchild? How many grandchildren in this room? How many words in a poem? What turns prose into poetry? When ought a question go unanswered? How can we call this a poem? How can a grandchild not … Continue reading →

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