Tuesday December 18th 2012
In a continuum between two opposites there is a line.
And at each point upon that line there is a small circle. Each of
these circles represents a coherent argument. At the center of
each small circle is an interest, or source of a coherent argument.
The work of process is to ensure that the line between two opposites
itself remains within a circle at the center of which is an interest, or
source of coherent argument. Process begins to become incoherent
when this wider circle no longer embraces each circle on the line
between two opposites. The line buckles.
Small circles drift off, become isolated and
dreamy, gather mass, shine bright as the sun as they drift further and
further away. It's a combination that tempts those still within
the embrace of process. They look out and see the possibility of a new
line, stretching into the horizon, on endlessly toward newness. Toward
blissfulness, some will say. Perfection perhaps. But mostly,
small circles that drift do so when they disavow the real, and soon enough,
no matter how bright they become, they lose coherence. Then when they
fall there is nowhere to go. As for me, I like to hear at least an
apology, that way I don't have to look along the line and ask "What did we