November 4, 2002

  • I’ve got five minutes to write.  For the sake of simplicity, five thoughts:


    1) All one’s senses are bound by time.  Sound travels at Mach speed.  Touch requires the terminal, time-sucking conveyance of nerve stimulation to the brain.  Even sight is limited by the velocity of light.  Granted, in the case of light/sight, sight seems ‘immediate’ because the speed of light is so intensely great with reference to our consensualized perceptual framework arising from navigating in this world.  But in reference to the realm of intimacy, which requires  virtual immediacy, that is, the knowing-in and through the undeniable and unending loving moment, light and perceptualized vision fail to convey what needs to be shared entirely without delay.  Love, in distinction, is essentially shared timelessness, and hence, trans-sensual.  And though mediated through the senses, even through the cavort and frolic of utterly orgasmic ooo’s and ah’s, true love can never get ‘close enough’ in its rapturous fervor to expel space/time.  “Take me now…now…and forever.”


    2) What is a ‘serious date” ?  A deadline?  Or a celebration of a specific moment of time?  No!  Rather it’s trying to tease time into a marvelous quiescence so that the two of you can ‘relate’.  Just don't 'be-late'


    3) I love pre-election campaigns.  I take great delight in watching competing judges calling each other crooks and in knowing that all are telling the truth.


    4) (overheard on a radio show this weekend: )  California has a “three strikes” law which mandates 25 years to life for any third felony conviction, even a DUI, if the previous two were “serious or violent.”  Regardless of the merit of this law, imagine that the American game of baseball had originally had 4 “strikes” for an “out” instead of three—Califronia probably would have followed suit with a “four strikes” felony law instead, too.  Now how fair—or ridiculous—is that?


    5) Cats have over one hundred vocal sounds, but giraffes have no vocal chords—even.   Perhaps the cats have the giraffes’ tongues?


    Okay...so I stretch five minutes like a crafty pastry chef does paper-thin strudel dough.  Whatcha gonna do—wrap me in a vortex of apple filling?

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