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May 8, 2007
It’s funny; I don’t know what I have to say until I see it flowing through my mind headed for print. I can’t really think on my own it seems. Like, planning some marvelous piece; thinking ahead. No. My mind is too small to say anything I want to hear or pass on, much less, in someway contribute to humankind as a whole. Yet, like meditation, which, in stilling my mind, opens me to true thought, ‘write-sit’ does much the same thing. I witness thoughts that respond to and copulate with other thoughts, and produce something I feel to write.