“The phenomenon of emergence takes place at critical points of instability that arise from fluctuations in the environment, amplified by feedback loops.” ~ Fritjof Capra
“I love to close my eyes a moment and think of the land outside, white under the mingled snow and moonlight — the heaps of stones by the roadside white — snow in the furrows. Mon Dieu! How quiet and how patient!” ~ Katherine Mansfield
Check out that second opening quote, right? I mean, Mon Dieu! indeed. There’s about two inches of the white stuff on the deck, so I’ll have to venture out to the car early, before first light, to check it out and see what I have to deal with in getting out and down the driveway when I go to work. Shoveling is unlikely, but you never know. And the roads going into town? I’ll use that same aphorism: “you never know”. I mean, it’s a spiritual truth. Word is that Socrates said “I know that I know nothing”, when the fact is that he said no such thing; it was reported by Plato – but no, wait, there’s more! He didn’t put that in writing, but he did write something, in writing about Socrates, that was kinda sorta saying that. As for me, I have never read any Socrates, and I’ve only glanced over Plato. My dad has a set of classical philosophy books that he bought at the A&P store where he and mom shopped each Saturday. The books came out once a month, one at a time. But really, just to set the record straight, mom actually did the shopping. Dad would go over to Cluny’s bar for coffee. I suspect he had more than coffee, but you never know, do you. As for Plato, I’d only dabbled in his writing before I got sidetracked by Marcus Aurelius. I do tend toward stoicism. It got me through my ten year stint at the natural food supermarket, until I finally lost my patience and turned into Abbie Hoffman, who once stood on a balcony in the New York Stock Exchange and let loose large amounts of one dollar bills, and he watched as the super-rich speculators in hand-tailored suits scrambled for the cash. That says a lot. If you believe Elizabeth Warren, things ain’t changed too much over the past fifty years. Now, moving forward . . . I saw my friend and soul brother Anthony, yesterday afternoon at the laundromat. Anthony is a “true blood” from Taos Pueblo. We used to work together at the animal shelter, where he had been employed for sixteen years. He was the senior staff member, and I was second in duration at just over one year. That says a lot, right? Yeh, buddy, it sho do. When I started there I was assigned to work out in ‘the pods’ where all of the troubled, recalcitrant, and beyond hope dogs were housed. It was scary out there but I managed. There was one dog, a large and lanky pit mix, who weighed out at about 70 pounds. His name was Nemo. Nemo had a glitch of instinct that made him compulsively try to hump people. After a while I figured out that the easiest way to get him out of his cage and into a cleaning kennel was to not fight it, to just let him hump away at my right leg as I walked him out to the the outer kennel. It was good exercise to lift my right leg repetitively with a 70 pound pit bull/terrier mix trying to inseminate my knee. But back to Anthony. He was helping his daughter do her laundry. The friggin place was packed, and peeps were waiting for driers not in use. I was one of the waiters, as was Anthony. At one point he came over and told me, in reference to the task of waiting for a free machine, “I feel like a hawk waiting for a rabbit”. I liked what he said very much. I, however, felt like a kestrel waiting for a grasshopper. Same difference, right? Yeh, right. Which brings me back to the present, after a brief feedback loop, which is a loop that is necessary when dealing with memories. No life event is ever actually gone. All that changes is the way you see it, perceive it, whatever. I’ll paraphrase Albert Einstein here: time is an illusion, albeit it a very persistent one. Or maybe he was talking about reality, not time. Boy howdy, where’d the time go. It’s time for me to meander out to check the snow in the driveway.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.