this started esta mañana with a desire to develop a simple poem about my beautiful wife and beautiful life
and then quickly flowed in to this little mente much of what i’d poured out into “beauty, energetics, and limits on quality and quantity of beauty”‘
in ourgames we play … more than 200,000 years of living truthfully and 5,000 of searching for truth
order or chaos or fractals; happy mediums; transitions in object-oriented ontogeny …
(la piedra prieta in games we play may become silt or clay, or simple molecules/atoms/quarks & gluons and melt into the abyss or aggregate, amalgamate, metamorphosize)
all processes of beauty
more is more … or odum’s a prosperous way down to hickel’s less is more and schumacher’s small is beautiful to daly’s steady state economy
aaahhh … what beauty!
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my culture, my society forces me to mow and trim and fixup
and to enjoy the beauty of straight lines and right angles and the emptiness of voids in diversity; to enjoy the destructive order of artificiality
but ecosystems learning allows for an appreciation of the natural order and chaos, the fractals, of dynamic connectivity of life
it allows ants and spiders and mesofauna in my home with too much fretting
and careless “weeds,” lambsquarters, plantain, dandelions, green briers, wild purslane, and even opuntia in my yard
(and these are also wonderfully edible)
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(There is more to this one which I have scribbled down. Hopefully it will eventually be continued and completed?)