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At 67
I observe myself aging. To observe is not necessarily to experience. One looks, the other feels and thinks. Here I will only observe, for these observations will allow me to experience them in quieter moments of reflection. Actions have slowed down a bit; I bend cautiously, sometimes with exertion. In my mind the young man is fleet-footed, in actuality I am not. My hair, once black, has turned to a gray and the hairs themselves seem not as soft as when I was a younger man. I am gray all over. I no longer can look straight down my chest…
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Jane Holt, Rationalist, Matt Freese, Intuitionist
intuitionism n. the doctrine that all things are apprehended in their real nature through intuition Webster’s New World Dictionary There’s the rub! It is on this interface that Jane and I slip. I dare not go on. For twice I have tried to write this blog and the computer ate it up. My rational mind tells me that I am probably doing something wrong. My intuitive mind (perhaps not a contradiction in terms) says that on some levels I don’t want to write this, that perhaps Jane is right in her assessment and I am defending against it. Jane and…
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The Sixties Redux
Although John Updike called the Sixties a “slum of a decade,” each of us draws from the tree of life, savoring its juices idiosyncratically and differently. For me 1968 and 1969 were memorable years in terms of pain, angst, high anxiety, acting out, being immature, growing, evolving, fucking up. It is very hard to consciously choose to grow up. One must will it someplace in the nether regions of the mind. It was my second childhood, having been infantilized by immature and undeveloped parents — so be it. I felt at the time that the period itself, those two magical and critical…
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Chutzpah!
Did you see that comment by Jane about the Sixties? I will think on these things. However, now you know why I am marrying her. How sweet is the scent of a free mind soaring through the heavens…”Her eyes would through the airy regions stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night…” Romeo and Juliet.