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As Danny Kaye asked in a fabulous number from White Christmas: “The theater, the theater, what happened to the theater? We can no longer call it dance, we call it choreography!”

If life is in fact nothing more than musical theater (and I can hear now the strident booing from the box seats, suggesting that the ideas of “mere” and “musical theater” were of such diametrically opposed stuff as to fill a chasm of disbelief so vast it would out span the 84000 kingdoms. Or some other outlandishly ordained measure of meritorious measurement), I repeat, and perhaps clarify if all life IS musical theater, then how can we communicate anything at all across an endless void if our longest single utterance is limited to 255 characters?

See above for perfect example of why social media length restrictions are a good idea. LOL.

15 AUG 2026

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I don’t need to hold the whole moon.

I’m the pond.
I am the dewdrop.

A reflection is more than enough.

Let me worry about holding a whole satellite
once I’ve reached the ocean.

Then the moon and I will be in sync, anyway.

I’m good with that.

11 AUG 2026

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Nobody ever shouts out the answer.
It’s that kind of world, but it’s not that kind of answer.

You see, the answer is substance, not style.
It’s the main program, not the advertisements
strewn in between pithy segments,
designed to lure you into a false sense of incompleteness,
convincing you that You are the set of all sets
not included in the set of all sets.

But the reason you’re watching
is not to be entertained.
You’re not here for a baby sitter,
an evangelical experience,
or a quick dopamine fix.

This is not that kind of program.

If you are sleeping, no one can awaken you.
They may shout in your ear,
shake your shoulders until your teeth rattle,
tickle your sides until you pee.
But that does not mean you are awake.

You can’t just open your eyes.

It’s not that kind of answer.

But it is that kind of world, right?
We all want a quick fix, an easy A,
a hack to enlightenment
that won’t use up too much memory
or more than five minutes a day.

Is that the kind of question you want to ask?

You’re not that kind of you.

11 AUG 2026

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God. Goddess. Universe. Life Force. Prana. The Absolute. Reality. Brahma. Beauty. Truth. Time-Space. The Void. Any of those oft capitalized attempts at assigning a definite label to an infinite indefinite. Borrow one from another language; it still doesn’t quite capture something you can’t contain, identify, prove, or physically touch.

I wish there was a word more useful, less loaded with pretense and individual meaning (or lack of meaning to be honest) and a little more ACTUALLY universal instead of implied and generally thought to be universal.

It absolutely should NOT be a name. Let’s start with that. That gives it form. It is formless. It doesn’t need a personality. It IS all personality. Everyone you’ve ever known, met, heard of, or read about. Plus you, too. Of course, if you knew that, we wouldn’t need a new word, would we?

And we spend far too much humanizing animals, anthro-morphing the world into our own image. But that only works if we are gods, right, and with so many insisting on a great separation between the Creator and the Created, between breath and dust, me and That, us and them, earth and heaven.

So, no visual representations either. Because they’re just way too culturally biased, aren’t they?

Absolutely stupid to use an existing word, like “it”. Calling a thing It is the same as calling it “Thing”. Negative.

Where does that leave us? Can’t use that word, either. “Us” is far too volatile a term. It changes meaning with the mood, weather, time of day, and latest meal. Who could possibly define that?

I’d tell you what the word is, but then I’d have to kill you. Or you would have to kill me.

Because at that point, there would only be one of us.

Whose name would we take?

I love weddings.

07 AUG 2026

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There is so much to say,
but I don’t have the words.
If I could explain the way it seems to me,
I’m not sure you could hear it.

That’s OK. You need to listen to your own voice,
the one that talks to you
when you’ve stopped talking,
when your mind takes a minute
in that space between breath
to sink back into the ocean
from the crest of the wave
you think is what makes up the entire sea
because it’s got your face on it.

So much to say.
So little time.
What a joke. There’s all of everything.

Give up what you think is freedom.
That word is just another prison.

07 AUG 2026

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So many miles and so much time
from that first step to this:
a constant walking, seeking for what?
A clue, a job, a mate, a guru.

You have come so far and accomplished exactly nothing.
Whatever you have done, the things you accumulate:
conquests, properties, titles, degrees, friends, followers, legacy
only matter to those left behind.

The things don’t matter.
They are like your body: terminal.

It all ends, doesn’t it?
Does it matter how, or when, or under what circumstances, really?
Does it matter how the material stuff is dealt with?

You’ve changed clothes or form or station or being or at least location.
If there’s anything left to you at all.
Jury’s still out on that one,
but every time we send someone to check they don’t come back.

Aren’t you tired yet?

There’s nothing to look for out there.

You’re already home.

05 AUG 2026

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If I know, the universe knows. If the universe knows, you know. Everybody knows. Everything knows. But they don’t know they know. You and I don’t know either. We don’t even know each other.

But of course we do.

We just have been taught to forget.

04 AUG 2026

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