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No headersThe Guardian for this meeting was Tura Brezoianu. The comments are by Tura Brezoianu.
No-one else showed up, so I sat for a while, then recalled this fragment:
While I was sitting so
quietly alone, a very small
bird hopped over the snow--
perhaps it was a wren. It was
enjoying the fine weather; it
chirped merrily and blinked
at the sun. It skipped
towards the water and
fluttered about a bit. Then
it flew away, so I left, too.
—M.C. Escher
So I left, too.
I've meant to comment more on these sessions, which I've been reading still pretty
steadily. I enjoyed the book, especially because the insight about Laotsu as a kind
of hippie type responding to the formal givens really helped me to 'feel' the times in
which they lived more.
Love to all.