-- Yes. We must.

-- So well try again? Okay?

-- Another day when some eighty-four-year-old guy complains that his wife no longer gives him presents.

-- Each examining his own conscience, rooting out, naming, remembering and re-experiencing every last little cank and wrinkle. Root and branch.

-- Okay.

-- An ideal rather than a social slash political reality.

-- Exactly. You can jump either way.

-- So Gods creatures, in your opinion, multiplying and multiplying and multiplying as per instruction, will --

-- Keep on trying?

-- When you accidentally notice the sublime.

-- Another day when you see a woman with really red hair. I mean really red hair.

-- Seeds tingling in the barrens and veldts.

-- Each voice testifying to the greater honor and glory of God, each in its own way.

-- We hang by a slender thread.

-- My God youre right. The human voice.

-- A walk in the park.

-- Poor slovening wretches who but for the goodness of God would --

-- What is it?

-- The bill.

-- An unfathomable mystery.

-- An incorrigibly double-minded man.

-- Whose?

-- You dont just throw them all together into a great big trash bag labeled --

-- I like people better than plants, plants better than animals, paintings better than animals, and music better than animals.

-- Aretha Franklin.

-- A continuing itch of the mind.

-- Bessie Smith.

-- Animals give you a lot of warmth. A dog would be an example.

-- Yes.

-- Good God.

-- Yes, the human mind deserves the greatest respect. Not so good of course as the Divine mind, but not bad.

-- A prick of conscience.

-- Propagate fiercely until the sum total of what has been propagated yields a pressure so intense treａd•９9ｃsw.ｃｏmhat every feature great or small of every life great or small is instantly scrutinized weighed judged decided upon and disposed of by the sum total of ones peers in doubtless electronic ongoing all-seeing everlasting congress assembled. Thus if one guy has a little advantage, a little edge, it is instantly taken away from him and similarly if another guy has a little lack, some little lack, this little lack is instantly supplied, by the arbiters. Things cannot be otherwise. Because theres not going to be any room to fucking move, man, do you follow me? theres not going to be any room to fucking sneeze, without youre sneezing on somebody. . .

-- What?

-- Okay?

-- Wait. This will be painful, you know. A bit.

-- Not that we could in a hundred million years exhaust --

-- Love, which is a kind of permission to come closer than ordinary norms of good behavior might usually sanction.

-- I am cheered by the wine of possibility and the growing popularity of light. Todays the day.

-- I wouldnt even want to fathom it. If one fathomed it, who can say what frightful things might thereupon be fathomed?

-- He who hath not love is a sad cookie.

-- What about Z.P.G.?

-- The toast of the earth. Did I ever tell you about that time when I was in Korea and Cardinal Spellman came to see us at Christmas and his plane was preceded by another plane broadcasting sacred music over the terrain? Spraying the terrain as it were with sacred music?

-- Smiting each conscience hip and thigh.

-- Got you.

-- Garden peas yellow or green wrinkling or rounding.

-- Misting the plants together -- the handsome, talented plants.

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-- What then?

-- Were really going to do it? At last?

-- Never to be fathomed.

-- A wedding day.

-- A jug of wine. Then another jug.

-- Which enables us to see each other without clothes on, for example, in lust and shame.

-- An acquaintance.

-- Walkin my baby back home.

-- Is a flower, however beautiful and interesting, comparable to the human mind? I think not.

-- Today we make the leap to faith. Today.

-- I am a double-minded man. Have always been a double-minded man.

-- Try again another day?

-- The question of suicide. Self-slaughter. Maybe we ought to think about it?

-- Ought two slash twenty-four electrocardiogram ought two ought ought ought ought one, thirty-five bucks.

-- Purity of heart is to will one thing.

-- Look at this.

-- The pit. Crawling with roaches and other things.

-- Das Lied von der Erde.

-- The human mind which is in my judgment the finest of our human achievements.

-- Whats Item 34?

-- Sometimes assuagable by timely masturbation.

-- Whats the total?

-- I respect the animals. I admire the animals. But could we contemplate something else?

-- Cute little babies cracking people up.

-- Thigh and hip. Smite! Smite!

-- "O Little Town of Bethlehem."

-- I just had a thought.

-- I said it would be painful.

-- Take a glass of water, for example. A glass of water is a miraculous thing.

-- We are but poor lapsarian futiles whose preen glands are all out of whack and who but for the grace of Gods goodness would --

-- Coming or going, the absolute zenith.

-- And another thing. The human voice.

-- Small boys bumping into small girls, purposefully.

-- Its a sort of if-a-bird-took-one-https://rｅad•９９ｃｓw.ｃｏｍgrain-of-sand-and-flew-all-his-life-and-then-another-bird-took-another-grain-of-sand-and-flew-all-his-life situation.

-- Spent too much time fooling around. Today we do it.

-- Thats another thing. The human mind.

-- Who can know the subtle workings of His mind? But it seems to be the way events are --

-- This is the way, walk ye in it. Isaiah 30:21.

-- The Brie-with-pepper meeting the toasty loaf.

-- What?

-- Today?

-- Another day when the singing sunlight turns you every way but loose.

-- Ought two slash twenty-four cardiopulmonary two ought ought ought ought ought one, forty bucks.

-- Meditate instead on His works? Their magnificence.

-- Oh my God.

-- Do you think He wants us to grovel quite so much?

-- I like plants better than animals.

-- And the acquaintance?

-- Love which allows us to live together male and female in small grubby apartments that would only hold one sane person, normally.

-- Youd think they would.

-- I concur. This is not to knock the flower.

-- Leibniz. William of Ockham. Maimonides. The Vienna Circle. The Frankfurt School. Manichaeus. Peirce. Occasionalism. A pretty array. I believe Occasionalisms been discredited. But let it stand. It was a nice try, and philosophy, as my dear teacher taught me so long long ago, is not to be regarded as a graveyard of dead systems.

-- Joan Armatrading.

-- Fathoming such is beyond the powers of poor ravening noodles like ourselves, who but for the --

-- Well.

-- I forgot. Love.

-- Damn straight.

-- I dont think He gives a rap. But its traditional.

-- Cant make it, man.

-- Yes.

-- Gravediggers working in the cool early morning.

-- In my view, this will be ameliorareａｄ.９９csｗ•cｏｍted in the near future by the pressure of population growth. Pressure of population growth being such that economic inequality simply cannot endure.

-- Economic inequality.

-- Good God yes. The human mind.

-- An unfathomable mystery, at this point. But one which must inevitably succumb to the inexorable forward march of scientific progress.

-- Contemplate only the animals. Restrict the field. Course we got over a million species, so far. New ones being identified every day. Insects, mostly.

-- Another day when locust wings are baled for shipment to Singapore, where folks like their little hit of locust-wing tea.

-- Cant make it. I am a double-minded man.

-- Whats to think about?

-- You list them separately.

-- Yes. Another day when the plaid cactus is watered, when the hares-foot fern is watered.

-- So that those on earth could hear and be edified.

-- Which allows us to say wounding things to each other which would not be kosher under the ordinary rules of civilized discourse.

-- Tortures unimaginable, but the worst the torture of knowing it could have been otherwise, had we shaped up.

-- No. Here I differ with Kierkegaard. Purity of heart is, rather, to will several things, and not know which is the better, truer thing, and to worry about this, forever.

-- Youd think theyd give you the ninety cents.

-- Wait.

-- Ought two slash twenty-four inhalation therapy one four ought ought ought ought one, sixty bucks.

-- This is the Divine plan?

-- A try.

-- I cant make it.

-- The leap.

-- Much the finest. I can think of nothing remotely comparable.

-- Ought two slash twenty-four room four nine one five, a neat one-eighty.

-- Love, the higheshttps://read.99csw.comt form of human endeavor.

-- Is it permitted to differ with Kierkegaard?

-- Alice Babs.

-- For what is it the bill?

-- Oh my God, yes. Love. Both human and divine.

-- Shall we examine our consciences now?

-- The trees. "I think that I shall never see slash A poem lovely as a tree."

-- Shes well.

-- I dont know. Maybe were not ready?

-- The blue of the sky, against which we find the shocking green of the leaves of the trees.

-- "A tree whose hungry mouth is prest slash Against the earths sweet flowing breast."

-- No. I sweat each one. Seriatim.

-- Okay.

-- Another day when somebody finds a new bone that proves we are even ancienter than we thought we were.

-- Matter of higher and lower levels of complexity.

-- Intensely. First, we examine our consciences.

-- God is good and we are but poor wretches who --

-- Examining perfections, imperfections.

-- This being an example of the leap away from faith.

-- Somersaults and duels.

-- Back rubs.

-- Might we postpone it?

-- Why "breast"?

-- Then there are the bad things. Cancer.

-- The fire boils below us.

-- Praising the animals, then, would not be your first impulse.

-- Yes. Item 34.

-- The working of the creative mind.

-- A plain day.

-- Shade under two thousand. Nineteen hundred and two dollars and ninety cents.

-- Sweet Emma Barrett the Bell Gal.

-- Why "mouth"?

-- Youre serious.

-- It goes on for miles.

-- I couldnt agree more.

-- An unkindness. One of a series. Series long as your arm.

-- Not only permitted but necessary. If you love him.

-- Today.

-- This is not to say that the beautiful, interesting flower is not, in its own terms, entirely fantastic.