I live on an island in the Salish Sea close to the Canadian border. I love human beings but am horrified by the way we are treating our environment. Society is in crisis I hope we can give up on greed and avaricious and create a more sustainable and equitable culture..
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From Logic Magazine
It seems to me that our politics these days require us to give each other the heart to do just that. To figure out how, with each other, we can open up possibilities for what can still be. And we can’t do that in in a negative mood. We can’t do that if we do nothing but critique. We need critique; we absolutely need it. But it’s not going to open up the sense of what might yet be. It’s not going to open up the sense of that which is not yet possible but profoundly needed.
Duende or tener duende
("to have duende") is a Spanish term for a heightened state of emotion, expression and authenticity, often connected with flamenco. The term derives from "duen de casa" (master of the house), which was also related to an elf or goblin-like creature in Spanish and Latin American folklore
A holophrase is a single-word phrase such as Okay that expresses a complete, meaningful thought.
Aaron Copland - Challenging Works (1976); a collection of Copland's atonal orchestral pieces [MP3]
Apophenia
Tendency to perceive connections between unrelated things
Apophenia
(/æpoʊˈfiːniə/) is the tendency to mistakenly perceive connections and meaning between unrelated things. The term (German: Apophänie) was coined by psychiatrist Klaus Conrad in his 1958 publication on the beginning stages of schizophrenia.
pro·pri·o·cep·tion
/ˈˌprōprēəˈsepSH(ə)n/
perception or awareness of the position and movement of the body.
"exercises to improve balance and proprioception"
sto·chas·tic
/stəˈkastik/
randomly determined; having a random probability distribution or pattern that may be analyzed statistically but may not be predicted precisely.
Literature was born not the day when a boy crying wolf, wolf came running out of the Neanderthal valley with a big gray wolf at his heels: literature was born on the day when a boy came crying wolf, wolf and there was no wolf behind him. That the poor little fellow because he lied too often was finally eaten up by a real beast is quite incidental. But here is what is important. Between the wolf in the tall grass and the wolf in the tall story there is a shimmering go-between. That go-between, that prism, is the art of literature.
—Vladimir Nabokov