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Can we think old thoughts as thought by earlier readers, without walling a mind off from all we know, which Hobbes had no way of learning, though? No. We need this knack of we being, a you and a me, seeing an I, in a time long ago. Egalitarian sortings of men, arrogation worth, a-dam, novus knower, acknowledge me your equal? Dare ye, I may be a fool. Levelers were around, in Hobbes's town, taking time to bring the highest minded down, not to lift the baser sort up. -- none the less, lime the branch, -- by chance a bird may bring a word, watch we heard, the deceived received a reprieve, we've found the edge stitched in second thoughts and other wise guesses as good, good enough to keep life as we have agreed, conserving the power in the word - life as in -- we live, not me without you or we without all the otherwise functionaries, maintaining the planet and aching to settle down to day and night, just right. Balance in being part of it all, restored, for a second there, didjafeel it?
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Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 6:17 PM UTC
As a bird in limed branches, struggles...
Can we think old thoughts as thought by earlier readers, without walling a mind off from all we know, which Hobbes had no way of learning, though? No. We need this knack of we being, a you and a me, seeing an I, in a time long ago. Egalitarian sortings of men, arrogation worth, a-dam, novus knower, acknowledge me your equal? Dare ye, I may be a fool. Levelers were around, in Hobbes's town, taking time to bring the highest minded down, not to lift the baser sort up. -- none the less, lime the branch, -- by chance a bird may bring a word, watch we heard, the deceived received a reprieve, we've found the edge stitched in second thoughts and other wise guesses as good, good enough to keep life as we have agreed, conserving the power in the word - life as in -- we live, not me without you or we without all the otherwise functionaries, maintaining the planet and aching to settle down to day and night, just right. Balance in being part of it all, restored, for a second there, didjafeel it?
Ah, 2020, we are in the final stretch of an unforgettable year. Each civilization needs such a year, to be in competition for longest continually told story... in the end.
#begin#middle#end#amen
kenpepiton
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kenpepiton
77/M/Pine Valley CA
Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 6:17 PM UTC
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