Well, where are your glasses right now, Max? Sitting on your nose, right? Where they ought to be. You don't have to search to find them there. So they are neither lost nor found. You don't have to worry. There is no emotional dividend as you reach up and touch them, no exasperation - where can they be? - or relief, Ah there they are. Just acknowledgment.
Bill, between housing alternatives.
> On 7 May 2015, at 1:07 am, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> Reads like a poem, feels like a poem, dislodges me interestingly…
>
> Afterthought: I feel unclear about the difference between ‘found’ and ‘where they ought to be’…
>
> Max…in Seattle…
>
>> On May 5, 2015, at 14:53, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>>
>> Essentially
>>
>> Only three states
>> of being exist:
>> lost, found
>> and where
>> they ought to be.
>>
>> A case might be made
>> for intermediary categories:
>> emerging (into foundness),
>> retreating (into lostness).
>>
>> If you concentrate
>> hard enough,
>> can you lose something
>> - or someone -
>> right before your eyes?
>>
>> Equally, how does
>> the concept of
>> swimming into
>> familiarity
>> strike you?
>>
>> bw
>> 6.5.15
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