Yan continued ‘This is wild this is something new, we actually have nothing!’ He sounded like this was the most fun situation to be in.
Yin was concerned.
‘Is that really so good? - Yan, please relax, and communicate… clearly?’
‘OK, listen.’
As hours passed by Yan wove a path or consciousness that confounded him and his partner. Yin was able to find only some light in the mass of ideas he put forward but knew they would not stop coming until Yan was sure there was no potential left in his outpouring.
Yan Jones the spiritual became Yan Jones the scientist, and to and fro. Masses of ideas, many unguided, many half baked, many contradicted within a second of utterance. After the beach had long spun away from the sun around to the dark side of the earth, Yin stroked Yan’s head, the pair lay against a tree and exhausted, they slept.
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1 comment:
"Masses of ideas, many unguided, many half baked, many contradicted within a second of utterance."
That sort of describes both this blog and mine. Streams of consciousness appearing on a page. Dancing words and thoughts. Merging here and departing there. ;-)
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