Friday, September 4, 2020
This is part 13 of “
audacities of creative life, even if you
forever want philological wonders.”
Jacques to Hélène
via my imagination.
, because you’ll
die in six years
anyway. My grief must someday end.”
Quote marks are redundant, he reminded us. Everything is writing: moments, auratic liminality of tr
picalities in reading you across the hyperNet.
Meanwhile, more lives emerge for ultimizing human potential.
It is paradise enough.
ensouled worldliness of a singularity
gary e. davis
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