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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 664070" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>ME EITHER.</p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">roar</span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>I think what I'm seeing Copa is that we don't <em>have</em> time in the same way. We don't live in our skins, we live in our minds and we are going so fast and our kids are going even faster. It is true though that in those other days, everyone knew who you were because everyone knew what side of town you were from. We played judgment games and self elevation based on things we could touch. Now, the assessments seem to revolve, for a certain...underclass, (?) around self and thought and vehement refusal of the palpable value of stuff.</p><p></p><p>Until they need a house or something.</p><p></p><p>Your comments on architecture, Copa. I have wondered and seen that thing, too. I think we all have, if we've been given an opportunity to touch and experience and smell the smell of those old buildings meant to represent the spirit, or the reaching for God or the real self, maybe.</p><p></p><p>I don't know what it is, but we don't build it, anymore.</p><p></p><p>It has to do with the concept of efficiency to what. Which efficiency are we talking about, here. the efficiency of multi-generational multi-nationals?</p><p></p><p>And while we're on the subject, what do we do about the movies and news clips and other visual images that show someone alive when their physical bodies are gone?</p><p></p><p>What is that teaching us about death and whether it matters or whether the individual matters and etc.</p><p></p><p>Where was I.</p><p></p><p>I am working in the yard, today. Moving rocks and we are tearing out and replacing drain tiles and relandscaping. It is just the right counter to all of our thinking. But I see that same focus on the task at hand. I mean, I am not reveling in the breeze or the sunshine.</p><p></p><p>I am focused on the rocks I am moving.</p><p></p><p>And it is taking a very long time but Copa and pasa and Serenity and IC? I find I am not so much savoring as resenting.</p><p></p><p>Huh.</p><p></p><p>So, we may be on a wrong track here altogether.</p><p></p><p>Back in the day, hard labor was required simply to live. It is every shade of easier to think things and not have to move those stupid rocks to do it. Nonetheless. My rest time is over.</p><p></p><p>Out I go.</p><p></p><p>Cedar</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 664070, member: 17461"] ME EITHER. [SIZE=2]roar[/SIZE] I think what I'm seeing Copa is that we don't [I]have[/I] time in the same way. We don't live in our skins, we live in our minds and we are going so fast and our kids are going even faster. It is true though that in those other days, everyone knew who you were because everyone knew what side of town you were from. We played judgment games and self elevation based on things we could touch. Now, the assessments seem to revolve, for a certain...underclass, (?) around self and thought and vehement refusal of the palpable value of stuff. Until they need a house or something. Your comments on architecture, Copa. I have wondered and seen that thing, too. I think we all have, if we've been given an opportunity to touch and experience and smell the smell of those old buildings meant to represent the spirit, or the reaching for God or the real self, maybe. I don't know what it is, but we don't build it, anymore. It has to do with the concept of efficiency to what. Which efficiency are we talking about, here. the efficiency of multi-generational multi-nationals? And while we're on the subject, what do we do about the movies and news clips and other visual images that show someone alive when their physical bodies are gone? What is that teaching us about death and whether it matters or whether the individual matters and etc. Where was I. I am working in the yard, today. Moving rocks and we are tearing out and replacing drain tiles and relandscaping. It is just the right counter to all of our thinking. But I see that same focus on the task at hand. I mean, I am not reveling in the breeze or the sunshine. I am focused on the rocks I am moving. And it is taking a very long time but Copa and pasa and Serenity and IC? I find I am not so much savoring as resenting. Huh. So, we may be on a wrong track here altogether. Back in the day, hard labor was required simply to live. It is every shade of easier to think things and not have to move those stupid rocks to do it. Nonetheless. My rest time is over. Out I go. Cedar [/QUOTE]
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