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I had this thing, and I was wondering what to call it. I pondered and pondered. While I did this, the thing ran away. Then I was left thinking of what to call a nothing. I realized had I paid attention to the thing. Nurtured it. Let it grow naturally. Come of it's own shape and size. The name would have revealed itself effortlessly. Perfectly in it's own time. Instead the focus was on the name, on what it would be. In trying to decide what it would be, and what I would make it, it was lost.
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Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 2:37 AM UTC
The naming of a birth
I had this thing, and I was wondering what to call it. I pondered and pondered. While I did this, the thing ran away. Then I was left thinking of what to call a nothing. I realized had I paid attention to the thing. Nurtured it. Let it grow naturally. Come of it's own shape and size. The name would have revealed itself effortlessly. Perfectly in it's own time. Instead the focus was on the name, on what it would be. In trying to decide what it would be, and what I would make it, it was lost.
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Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 2:37 AM UTC
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